He was a hundred years old. He had lived a cautious life, but he never expected to die from a poisoned bowl of soup.,On the road, Xia Mo felt cold on her face as she drove her Audi Q3 at high speed.,Xia Mo Han's face was already sullen, and when she heard Xia Zi Xuan's words, her expression became even worse. She retorted with displeasure: "He is my husband, why can't he sit at the table"。