Chen Bufan knocked on the door of the study.

"Who?"

The voice was filled with fatigue and hoarseness.

"It's me, dad."

"Son, come in."

Chen Bufan pushed the door and stepped in. At first glance, he saw Chen Xinghe closing a photo.

It's the old man's.

"Dad, do you miss grandpa?"

"He left too suddenly."

Chen Xinghe's eyes were covered with bloodshot, and it was obvious that he had not had a rest since yesterday.

"Dad, no one can be resurrected when he dies, don't be too sad."

"If your grandfather died, I have nothing to say. Once a person dies, no one can escape it, and it cannot be avoided."

"However, I can't take this breath by being harmed by a traitor."

Chen Xinghe clenched his fists.

"Dad, how did you check?"

Chen Bufan came to him and sat down opposite him.

"The evidence seems to be gone. I have checked all the ingredients in the kitchen, and there is no problem."

"The old man's dinner yesterday has been poured out."

"The water, tea, and what I eat are fine."

"Dad, are you so sure that the old man is dead?"

Chen Bufan felt unbearable and revealed it slightly in his words.

"What's the meaning?"

“Literally.”

"You mean the old man is not dead?"

Chen Xingheteng stood up, "Your mother also said that the old man's affairs were too strange, and the arrangements after the accident were completely unreasonable and did not conform to the father's usual style."

“There is a big difference.”

"Son, have you got some news?"

"Dad, just act like grandpa and die. Do whatever you want, understand?"

Chen Bufan blinked deliberately.

Chen Xinghe was delighted and seemed to understand.

Just pretend to die.

This ‘just act’ represents its meaning.

"Son, are you sure?"
Chapter completed!