Qin Zhao glanced at the inconsolable Xie Xiuying before saying to Jing Mingtao, "Did she really not care about you? During these days you've been on the run, it was all your mother's money you were using.
How did you withdraw the money from the bank?"
Jing Mingtao's expression froze upon hearing this.
"Because the passwords for all of your mother's bank cards were your birthday. You tried it on a whim and were able to withdraw the money. Not only that, after her death, she continued to protect you.
Perhaps her way of urging you was too extreme, but she did indeed treat you as her own son."
A look of bewilderment surfaced in Jing Mingtao's eyes, "She's been protecting me even after death?"
He couldn't help but recall the dream from last night, and just now in the room, always hearing his mother's voice telling him to leave quickly, saying that the police had found him.
The police really did come.
So was his mother warning him?
With a bang, a gunshot rang out.
