The child's body was tied with a rope that was as thick as an adult's finger. It was too old, and the blood on the rope had already dried to the color of rust.
There was still tape over the child's mouth. The edge of the tape had split open and dust covered it.
Song Yiyan's eyes twitched when she saw this scene. She couldn't suppress the anger in her heart and wanted to find the murderer immediately and kill him!
Ji Xing sighed deeply, anger flashed across his eyes.
What kind of bastard could do this to a child?
The jade pendant on Song Yiyan's neck lit up.
Yang Juan held the child's hand and appeared in front of her. She wanted to cover the child's eyes, but she realized that it was all in vain.
They had already become ghosts, and they couldn't cover their eyes!
This child's name was Chenchen, Nian Chenchen.
Yang Juan had been consoling him the entire night yesterday.
