The heater was turned on at home, but Madam Li's hands and feet were cold. Although she had come back to her senses, she was still in a daze. It was as if her soul had left her body.
Du Jiayi was a little anxious. She covered Madam Li's cold hands and quickly rubbed them. "Mom, what's wrong? Who called? Was it Dad or Brother?"
She kept rubbing her hands, trying to warm Madam Li's cold hands.
Gradually, Madam Li's fingers trembled. Then, she held her daughter's hands as if she was looking for someone to rely on. She said in a trembling voice, "Jiayi, your uncle is dead… He didn't manage to escape. He was… killed…"
As a close relative had passed away, even the bold Du Jiayi was so frightened that her face turned pale. She was stunned for a while before trembling and asking, "He was killed? Who… Who killed him?"
Who else could it be? Who else had the guts to kill Li Chuhai?!