Jiang Zhengjun frowned. He didn't argue with Madam Qiu. Instead, he endured it and waved his hand to order, "Carry her away."
Qiu Ran's corpse naturally had to be carried away for the autopsy.
Madam Qiu threw herself at them and stopped them. "I won't allow you to take my daughter away. I won't allow it."
Under the tug, the white cloth was pulled off. Su Xiaolu saw that beautiful faded face. It was the real Qiu Ran. Her eyes were still wide open, and there was still fear and disbelief on her face.
Her mouth was also wide open. The entire piece of her clothes was gone below her chest. Her chest sank, and it was empty inside.
Perhaps sensing her daughter's broken body, Madam Qiu cried in pain and fainted.
Seeing that Madam Qiu was unconscious, Jiang Zhengjun waved his hand and asked his subordinates to take Qiu Ran's corpse away.
