Zhang Li took out the death notice from her bag and unfolded it in front of Jing Mo bit by bit. She knew that Jing Mo could not see with his eyes closed, but she handed the paper to him seriously.
"Do you know what this is?" There was a vengeful smile in Zhang Li's voice. "This is your good daughter, Jing Yuan's death notice. Do you want to wake up and take a closer look? It says that she died of a heart attack, just like her short-lived mother."
Zhang Li's expression was a little crazy, and her eyes were about to pop out.
"By the way, the coroner's death report said that her body was covered in bruises. Do you know how she got them? She got them herself when her drug addiction acted up. I heard that she was waiting for you to save her before she died…"
Zhang Li was talking viciously and did not notice that Jing Mo's fingers moved and his eyelids trembled slightly.
The monitor on the bedside table suddenly made a sharp noise.