"How old are you this year?" Shen Siyuan asked Zhao Ru Jin, who was looking around.
"15 years old." Zhao Ru Jin said.
15 years old, in the ninth grade. I wonder what kind of accident happened to him.
But that was a few years ago, if he were alive now, he should have been in university.
Before Shen Siyuan could ask how he died,
Zhao Ru Jin asked back, "Brother, is this your home?"
"Yes, what about it?"
"The house is so small, much smaller than mine." Zhao Ru Jin said.
Really smooth talker.
"Can't compare to your dad, your dad is a top lawyer, money's no issue." Shen Siyuan said.
"Of course, my dad is really impressive."
Zhao Ru Jin unmodestly accepted Shen Siyuan's praise, it seems he loves and admires his father greatly.
"You're only 15, how did you die?" Shen Siyuan took the opportunity to probe further.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Ru Jin fell silent, taking a while before he finally said, "I had an accident."
