And she also realized that no matter how fierce this young man is, he doesn’t seem to be attacking the old man?

Probably?

The old man's fingers on the door handle tightened a little more and more.

......

"Weizi is not at home?"

The young man looked at the door opposite him, which he had knocked on for a long time without any reaction.

"you do not know?"

The old man also looked at the opposite door along the young man's gaze.

She knew that the door would open again.

But the person who came out was not the one who had been before.

However, it is unlikely that this house will be rented out in a short period of time.

The old man sighed in his heart.

She and Xiao Li are not very familiar with each other.

However, a person's death is always sad.

Still such an unknown death.

I don’t know who harmed Xiao Li?

That was obviously a quiet, good-tempered child.

......

"What do I know?"

The young man was puzzled and a little impatient, "Old lady, can you speak more simply?"

“It turns out that I’m old…”

The young man muttered, "Not only does his ears work well, but he can't even speak clearly..."

The old man glared at the young man fiercely, "The old woman's ears are fine."

"You kid just said something, the old woman can hear clearly!"

The young man looked a little embarrassed.

I can't help but bury my injustice: I'm not good when it's time to hear well... I'm very good now...

......

The old man did not continue to care about the young man.

Otherwise, she would be the one who suffered the loss in the end.

"Xiao Li is dead."

She looked at the young man with a heavy tone.

"Die, dead?!"

The young man exclaimed.

"How could it be?"

"How could he die?"

The young man was very surprised, "He has a terminal illness?"

"A car accident?"

"Is it suicide?"

"he-"

"have no idea."

The old man interrupted the young man's guess after another.

"But it's very likely...became killed."

"I was killed?!"

The young man exclaimed again.

Because of excessive accident, facial features were a little distorted.

The raised voice also became a little distorted.

"Who killed him?"

"No, who did he mess with?"

"How could he be killed?"

"he-"

The old man waved his hand in a hurry, feeling a little angry, "Your voice is gentle."

"What are you doing so loud?"

"And, how could I know these questions?"

"If you want to know, go to the police station and ask the police."

"As for whether the police will tell you, I don't know..."

......

"He's dead...he's dead..."

The young man murmured.
Chapter completed!