The next day.
Seeing the message his assistant had sent him, Sheng Yize let out an imperceptible sigh.
He never thought it would come to this.
An Xiaxia was still half-asleep when she asked, "What happened?"
Sheng Yize put away his phone, his face revealing nothing. "Nothing. Go back to sleep."
Maybe it was better to keep it from her.
Back at home.
Qi Yanxi was woken up by his father's punches.
After a serious illness a few years back, his old man was seldom this irritable.
"What…" Qi Yanxi rubbed his unkempt hair.
His father beat his chest in anguish. "You worthless brat! Your wife killed herself and you're still sleeping…"
"Killed herself?" Qi Yanxi murmured those words, then bolted to his feet. "Mu Li killed herself?!"
Eyes red, his father tossed him a picture.
It was the photo the police had taken of the evidence on the beach — that phone with the message.
