Old Master Qian was getting on in years and had lived a long life. However, with the death of their family members at the time, many of the Qian family's subordinates had already dispersed.
Those who fought on the battlefield in the early years of the war were all scarred. How many of them were fortunate enough to live a long time?
Many of them died in their forties or fifties many years ago.
"Sergeant Hu's father is an honest man."
He would not have committed suicide by lying on the tracks and leaving a suicide note if he had not killed two people.
"That's not right!"
Jiang Yao slapped her thigh. "I suddenly remembered the suicide note left by Sergeant Hu's father. The note mentioned an old friend. According to what you just told me, Qian Zhibin must be the one who has been helping Sergeant Hu's father. Then, the person he mentioned in the note has to be Qian Zhibin's son!"