Zhang Ping approached, and his expression grew several degrees more stern as he snatched the autopsy consent form from Zhang Qiangmin's hands.
"Are you the uncles?"
The two old people nodded their heads.
"Yes, I am Li Li's eldest uncle. We don't have children, and when her parents were alive, Li Li spent most of her time being raised in our home. Everyone around knows this, you can ask around. Who would have thought her parents would die in a car accident? Li Li even said she would care for us in old age. Alas, who would have expected this!"
The old lady tugged at the old man's sleeve, glaring at him.
"You just answer what they ask, why all the nonsense?"
The old man clammed up, and only after Zhang Ping made a call for confirmation did he hand back the consent form.
