Not long after, Ji Peihong walked outside the room where Qu Shouquan lived.

He lifted his foot and kicked towards Qu Shouquan's door, unexpectedly kicking the door open with one kick, but Qu Shouquan in the door had already escaped.

Looking at this empty room, Ji Peihong's anger hit the top of his skull, only feeling that he was teased by Qu Shouquan.

That old dog, how dare he!

Not only did he indirectly kill his son, but at this time, he had the courage to tease him!

He raised the dragon head stick in his hand and patted the table in Qu Shouquan's room again. With such strength, he smashed the folding table in half!

Immediately, he looked around the room angrily, then raised his hand and smashed it indiscriminately.

Wow!

The things in the room shattered to the ground.

However, Qu Shouquan, the one that should be broken the most, has long since disappeared.

Ji Peihong trembled with anger when he thought of this place.

People around have naturally heard the movement here, but how can anyone dare to provoke Ji Peihong? Even the staff of the nursing home did not dare to step forward, for fear that they would be touched by this uncle.

Ji Peihong smashed the things in Qu Shouquan's room all the time, and then he closed the door panting heavily and waited quietly for Qu Shouquan's return.

He was sitting in the room alone, and suddenly he smelled a scent of Coke on the tip of his nose.

That kind of taste used to be the taste of the beverage he was most familiar with. He was poor and humble in his early years. When he was on the go, his favorite was to drink Coke. He never thought that he developed and fell ill, but he couldn't drink this Coke anymore.

Over the years, he has been in control very well, but he can control himself well, because at that time he was the lofty old lady of Ji, a highly respected and respected figure in the entire S City, with thousands of hands, turning hands for clouds and hands for rain...

But now?

Today is different. He is just a grumpy old man who was released from the prison and now lives in a new, luxurious cell with his son dead.

The old lady Ji couldn't drink it before, but now Ji Peihong, would he still dare not drink it because he was afraid of death?

Or, if you die, you can really go underground and see his son...

Ji Peihong sat quietly in the darkness, thinking that someone dared to pretend to be his son in front of him just now, still couldn't help feeling uncomfortable.

What a business genius his son was when he was alive!

In the end, even after he died, he was pretended to be humiliated by a delirious old man with dementia!

And he couldn't do anything for him...

Thinking of this, Ji Peihong felt uncomfortable.

He sat alone in the dark, with the voice and smile of a dead son in his heart, and the sweet smell of cola came from the tip of his nose.

For a moment, he thought he was back in time.

In the past, Ji Qingquan was still alive, and he was not old yet.

He got up, smelled the smell in a messy room, and quickly found Qu Shouquan's Coke in the smashed TV cabinet.

This guy's Coke turned out to be in a glass bottle, so it's no wonder that it breaks with the touch.

Fortunately, a few bottles survived.

Ji Peihong raised the leading stick, subconsciously thinking of breaking it one by one, but as soon as he raised his hand on the crutches, he suddenly asked himself a question:

Since his son is dead, what else can he not die?

If you feel upset, it is better to relieve one's sorrow with a drink.

Thinking of this, he even hooked his mouth.

And his hand also fell on the body of the Coke glass bottle, starting with the ice-cold bottle, with a soothing smell, as if to say:

You can get relief after drinking it.