Zhao Yiqiang exhaled heavily, slumping onto the sofa, soothing his breath.
He was truly disappointed, if his wife were still alive, she might have died of anger again.
The three children he had painstakingly raised, two of them wanted to harm him.
Just for the sake of snatching family wealth.
"Did they ask you to do it this time?"
Feng Lin continued to probe the middle-aged man.
"That's right, they said there was a Divine Doctor who could treat their father, and asked me to kill Zhao Yiqiang today."
The middle-aged man went on to explain, "They felt the groundwork had been laid, and if he died today, it would be the doctor's burden to bear."
Feng Lin nodded to himself, it made sense.
It was a good thing he was staying here tonight, in case Zhao Yiqiang died by tomorrow.
If they didn't try to pin it on his head, something would be very wrong.
"You should have their cell numbers, right? Call them now, tell them Zhao Yiqiang is certain to die tomorrow."