Previously, the scene had always been cordoned off; reporters couldn't enter, so little footage was available.
Because nearly everyone had fled the scene and the police had retreated, all that remained were scattered traces and puddles of blood on the ground.
...
The stretch limousine could accommodate ten people and even had a small dining table inside, adorned with fruits and red wine.
"Little Fang, don't say a word about today's incident to Granny," Lan Xin Ai ordered Xiao Chen.
"But…"
Xiao Chen's lips twitched. He didn't dwell on whether to be referred to as Little Fang or Xiao Chen, but he was somewhat troubled by the Young Mistress's command.
"Don't tell Granny any of this. She's advanced in age. What if she's startled?"
Lan Xin Ai's tone was stern. Although she seemed fine at the moment, the recent situation had been so heart-stopping and Granny was elderly; she couldn't be startled.
"Yes, Young Mistress."
