The person who arrived was none other than Du's half-sister from the same father, Du Jiaojiao.
Du Jiaojiao was 36 years old this year, but she looked no different from a woman in her early twenties.
She was wearing a fashionable lace dress, her hair was curled in golden waves, and she had on a pair of light black high heels. As she walked, each step clicked on the floor, emanating an aura of authority.
Upon hearing this, Du Jiaojiao asked seriously, "A savior? What happened?"
Du narrated the incident from that night in a calm and composed manner.
His casual demeanor as if the person who almost died that night wasn't him.
People like Du had long understood the cycle of life and death.
To him, life and death were no more than a cycle.
Du Jiaojiao squinted her eyes in anger and said, "These people are absolutely reckless! No sooner had you left Shanghai than they set their sights on Beijing!"
