He was a hundred years old. He had lived a cautious life, but he never expected to die from a poisoned bowl of soup.,Xia Mo Han didn't understand her grandfather's idea, but she still obeyed the old man. She didn't get a divorce, but just lived in pain.,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"。