Mr. Ji was furious and afraid. He couldn't help but raise his hand and slap his son's back.
But in the end, he still felt sorry for his son and didn't use much strength.
Hearing his parents mention his sister, Ji Zilin cried even more sadly. That kind of sorrowful and desperate crying made everyone's hearts heavy.
Lu Zijia and her man stood aside silently, not disturbing the family of three who were hugging their heads and crying.
After a long time, Ji Zilin gradually calmed down.
"Dad, Mom."
Ji Zilin looked at his parents with red eyes. He couldn't bear to tell them the truth that his sister was dead.
However, he knew that if he didn't say anything, his parents would never give up looking for his sister.
Most importantly, his sister was already dead. He didn't want her to die for no reason, nor did he want her to die without a grave.
So, he gritted his teeth and said it heartlessly.
