Bai shaogan got the servants to stay in the room and take care of song Qiaoqiao.
He left the bedroom and returned to his mother's place.
Song Hefeng was still hugging his wife tightly. The forensic doctor wanted to examine his wife's body but could not.
The forensic doctor looked at Bai shaogan helplessly.
Bai shaogan walked in front of song Hefeng and slowly squatted down.
He furrowed his brows slightly and looked at song Hefeng.
"He Feng, there's something fishy about Auntie song's death. We need to investigate the truth behind it. I hope you can cooperate with us, okay?"
Song Hefeng's eyes were filled with self-blame and guilt.
"It's all my fault. It's all because of me," he sobbed in a hoarse voice. If it wasn't for me, she wouldn't have used that method to deal with Lan Xiao. My grandfather and father wouldn't have locked her up. If they hadn't, she wouldn't have died. She didn't have to die. I'm the one who should die, not my mother."
