Secretary Hu was both anxious and flustered, yet he had to calm himself down as he helped the elderly man into the car.
He immediately started the engine and quickly drove towards the city.
Only then did Xia Chu turn to Huo Xiyao, whispering hesitantly, "It can't really be over just like that, right? I've never actually seen someone cough up blood in person. I thought it was almost impossible in real life, but now... it seems this wave of guilt has more destructive power than I thought?"
Huo Xiyao snorted, "Didn't they say he had stayed up for two straight nights and was already physically exhausted? Plus, he had just lost his beloved son and was in great pain. So, even if he truly felt the sting of conscience, it's secondary. It alone couldn't have made him cough up blood."
"Besides, wicked people live long lives. How could he just die like that? No way!"
