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"Qingqing, you're not going crazy because of excessive grief, are you? Uncle An is still here during the day, who else could it be if not Uncle An on the bed?" "How about this, I'll take you to see a psychiatrist in a few days..." Lina's eyes flashed with a strange light.

Do you still want to send me to a mental hospital under the pretext of medical treatment, just like in my previous life, and get rid of me without a word? I looked at Lina and Eric, with a playful smile on my face.

"You two came here during the day just to check out the bed, right?" They paused, looking confused. Eric emphasized loudly, "We came to see your dad out of kindness, and you actually said we wanted to harm him?" "What a waste of sincerity!"

I replied expressionlessly: "I will give you the same sentence."

After that, I asked the attendant to lift the white cloth covering the body. Under the white cloth was a strange, dark-skinned man's face. The moment he saw the body, Eric was struck by lightning. He rushed to the man in panic and carefully examined his limbs and face. "How could it be, this is impossible ..." He muttered to himself, and after finally confirming it, he cried out in pain.

Lina was stunned, and so were everyone present. Reporters were recording and whispering, "Didn't Mr. An die? Why does Mr. Chen act like his father died?" One of the company's veterans took a step back and said, "Isn't this Mr. An ..." Some who were quick to react couldn't wait to show their courtesy to me, "Miss An, what happened just now was all a misunderstanding ..."

Lina 's face was as pale as gold paper, and she explained as if she had lost her soul, "It's impossible, there's nothing wrong with this bed, it's all because he was sleeping with his head covered..."

Eric looked at me with red eyes and a crazy look: "Anna, did you plan this on purpose?" "Why is my dad here? You killed him!" The scene was filled with shock and the dramatic scene almost made the onlookers drop their jaws.