Gu Qiaoqiao had a checkup at the hospital and, finding no issues, she went home first.
Meanwhile, the Public Security of the Imperial Capital had already locked down the entire third floor of the hospital's ward.
It seemed as if a layer of dark clouds had enveloped the skies above the entire Imperial Capital.
It was already evening.
Gu Qiaoqiao followed Uncle Gu back home.
The cries of Zhan Yanxiang's grieving parents seemed to still echo in her ears.
Zhan Yanxiang was a junior in university, the same age as An Xiaotong, and they both attended the same school.
He left early in the morning in high spirits, never expecting that when he returned, he would be forever parted from this world.
This incident had also shocked the entire Imperial Capital.
Ning Wanru received a phone call from Lin Fanpeng and, following his instructions, she numbly nodded before finally hanging up.
Then she collapsed onto the sofa.
How could this be possible?
