Su Jiaojiao was still fuming, lashing out with a flurry of punches and kicks.
"Take that, for hitting me, for hitting me, I'll beat you to death…"
As she was hitting, Zhao Hua realized something was wrong and hurriedly pulled her away.
"Jiaojiao, your dad's not okay."
Her voice was shaking, but she didn't dare move closer.
Su Jiaojiao came back to her senses, frowned, and squatted down to take a look.
Suddenly, she was so frightened that she fell to the ground.
"Mom, we've got a serious problem, Dad's not breathing anymore."
"What?"
Zhao Hua's face went pale, she covered her face and took a few steps back, heading for the door.
"Go, get someone, take him to the hospital."
Before she reached the door, Su Jiaojiao stopped her.
"Mom, don't be foolish. He's already dead, if we take him to the hospital and people see, we won't survive this."
Zhao Hua could never have imagined that a mere shove would actually kill Lin Jianguo.
