Farewell, father.

Jiang Yu felt his heart tighten.

"No, it's not your fault," He paused. it's because I saw that your father left an overseas account to fund Xu Wei regularly. I was very angry. So when you met him, you accused him of being irresponsible and not thinking about you, Yingluo, so he asked to see you the next day, Yingluo."

Jing Tong stopped crying and looked at him with her teary eyes. However, she did not say anything and only kept shaking her head.

Jiang Yu took her in his arms and looked up at the warden.

The warden sighed and took a document from the prison guard. "Director Jiang, miss Jing, this is Mr. Jing's autopsy report. He died of cyanide poisoning. Over the years, the prison has become a private market for goods. Some prisoners have connections and can get things in from the outside. I guess that's how Mr. Jing got the cyanide. I haven't had the time to investigate the specific situation yet."