Her Death Is Related to You

Su Qinglian had never been superstitious before, but at this moment, for some reason, a cold feeling suddenly rose from the bottom of her heart.

"Eldest Miss, why aren't you eating? Are these things not to your liking?" The old man trembled as he dipped a fried dough stick into the soy milk and placed it in Su Qinglian's bowl, then continued.

"I remember when Eldest Miss was young, she loved to eat breakfast at this house, especially when the youtiao was dipped in soy milk. At that time, you would always pester me …"

The old man continued to reminisce about the past. His cloudy eyeballs gradually became clear, and his face gained a little bit of redness. It could be seen that the old man's current mood was quite good.

"Granny Ying, let's hurry up and eat. Once we're done eating, I'll send you back. There's still a large distance between here and the city center. I have to rush back during the rush hour."