Despite the public buzz, Lian Jing spent all morning dealing with paperwork and knew nothing about the media coverage.
The crowd still had not dispersed when they walked out of the doors of Prosperity Mall. The police had already arrived and were piecing together body parts and protecting the scene.
From afar, Lian Jing saw a woman in a white coat squatting alone inside the cordon.
That woman was quite bold.
With one hand, she used a pair of tweezers to pick up pieces of the body, while using the other hand to stuff an entire arm into the body bag.
Lian Jing stood there and watched for a while. Zhong Xin cowered behind him fearfully.
He really did not know what was so interesting about this bloody scene. His president was actually still standing there!
"President Lian," Zhong Xin said weakly, "are we going back to the office?"
