"Xiaoyan, I see that you have been very distant from me recently, and you have become much silent. Is it because of Xiaolu?" Rong Baichuan asked Han Xiyan kindly.
This was the only reason he could think of, after all, Nangong Minglu had caused so much harm to Han Xiyan.
Han Xiyan raised his head and looked at Rong Baichuan intently.
He did not answer, but asked Rong Baichuan: "How did my father die?"
Rong Baichuan was stunned.
The hearty smiling face of his best friend Han Zhifei flashed in his mind.
Han Zhi has a very straightforward personality, and he is a courageous, driven and resolute person.
As for Han Xiyan, he may be more like his mother.
His mother, Ding Yin, was a gentle and indifferent woman, sensitive and introverted, as weak as a reed by the lake, but as strong as a hard rock.
"How did my father die?" Seeing that Rong Baichuan was silent for a long time, Han Xiyan asked again, his tone much sharper than before.
Rong Baichuan was a little surprised, "Xiaoyan, what happened to you today? Why did you drink so much and suddenly ask about your father? Your father died in a car accident. Didn't you know that a long time ago?"
"I'm asking you, why did my father get into a car accident?" Han Xiyan's eyes were like cold swords, shining on Rong Baichuan.
Rong Baichuan suddenly didn't know.
Car accident!
It was as if a car horn blaring like crazy suddenly sounded in his ears.
A shrill, whistling siren sounded.
There was an earth-shattering scream.
That day.
When he arrived at the scene of the car accident, Han Zhi was only breathing.
Han Zhi tried his best to say one sentence to him - take good care of Xiaoyan... and then left.
In his prime, he left behind his beloved wife and young son.
