Shen Qingqiu's expression was ice-cold. In all the time he'd known her, Lin Jiang had never seen her look this way.
He glanced at the man again. Their relationship was clearly unusual.
"What the hell is wrong with you? Why didn't you tell me your mother died?!"
Taking in the dark-complexioned man before him, Lin Jiang guessed their relationship.
'He was most likely her father.'
It was unlikely anyone else would speak to Shen Qingqiu with such an attitude.
Since he'd never heard her mention her father, he had assumed he passed away long ago and naturally never asked about the subject.
Judging by the situation, it wasn't hard to guess that their relationship was strained. She hadn't even notified him of her own mother's death.
"Why would I tell you? You're too busy gambling. How would you have the time to show up?"
"No matter what, she was my wife! When something like this happens, I have a right to be there."
