Mu Tianying was startled by her expression. She wasn't like this even when she was deeply upset a few days ago; now she seemed to be fed up with life! He couldn't help but tightly grasp her arm, yelling out, "What nonsense are you spouting!"
He held onto her so tightly, but she didn't cry out in pain—she appeared soulless, just an empty shell remaining.
Tianxue quickly pulled him away, "Calm down, something's wrong with her!"
Mu Tianying hesitated, reaching out to cradle Wanqing's face, gazing into her lifeless eyes. "Wanqing, what's wrong? Look at me, don't scare me, look at me!"
Tianxue felt his behavior was not helpful at all, she pushed him aside, "You should call and ask about the case progress!"
Wanqing paused before she turned to her, "Did they catch the murderer?"
"I guess so," Tianxue replied.
Mu Tianying quickly made a call. The police had found the whereabouts of the man who had been calling Wanqing, expecting to arrest him tonight.
