Chapter 1183: Man-made Disaster (3)

Qin Zhigu was equally direct. He blurted out, "Dad, I want to ask you, was my uncle's death a natural disaster, or was it foul play?"

As Qin Zhigu spoke, Qin Weijian was about to pick up the porcelain cup on the table to drink from it. The moment Zhigu said those words, Weijian's grip on the cup faltered, spilling tea leaves and water all over the table. The cup rolled off onto the floor and shattered with a loud "crack."

Qin Weijian tried to pick it up, but as he bent over, he seemed to forget that the porcelain had shattered into sharp edges like blades, which sliced a large gash into his palm, from which blood immediately began to flow.

Kong Jie was startled, and even Qin Zhigu himself was shocked. The wound was so large, and the flesh was flayed open with blood continuously dripping. Zhigu could not bother with it any longer and hurried out to call a servant, "Do we have medical supplies at home? My dad has accidentally cut his hand."