"Die!" Sun Miaoman raised the knife high, slicing it toward Bai Chengtian with ferocious speed. Bai Chengtian barely had time to react before collapsing to the ground.
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"Bai Chengtian is dead?" Bai Nuanxi's hand paused mid-air, teacup trembling. "Are you certain?"
For a man his age, Bai Chengtian was in relatively good health. How could he possibly die so suddenly?
Bai Qing replied, "No mistake about it—it's already in the news. Apparently, he was attacked while taking a walk, suspected to be a robbery. They said he was found stripped of everything valuable."
Hearing this, he couldn't quite place his feelings. By blood, they were connected, and by reason, he should feel something. But the car accident Bai Chengtian orchestrated against him… words failed him.
