Such a sudden statement left Zhou Ning stunned.
"That's some quirky thinking—oh, someone died, let's pin the blame on the hospital first, without even asking what actually happened?"
"With so many police officers here, what's going on?"
"Looking for compensation, are you?"
Xu Dayuan's expression darkened.
"Are you Zhang Jiahui's father?"
The man was taken aback, his crying stopped abruptly, and he nodded somewhat confusedly.
"Yeah, I am Zhang Jiahui's father."
"Alright, then I'll ask you a few questions. When did Zhang Jiahui leave home, and has she been in contact with you these past few days? Or where was she staying?"
Zhang Jiahui's father looked slightly embarrassed, wiped his face, and, seeing the attitude of the police, he didn't dare to act out.