Ke Yawen pursed her red lips, not knowing how to respond.
Indeed, she had said those words last night.
The people she sent out had even more exaggerated tales to tell.
They said the house was bombed to ruins, with the basement collapsing inwards…
If that was true, it would have been impossible for anyone inside to survive.
"I'm heading there now, and if I find my son's body, you and your father better watch out!" Wang Qingqing hissed the words before hanging up the phone.
It was five in the early morning.
The sky was already bright.
Summer always made people prone to irritability.
When Wang Qingqing drove to the destination, stepping out of the car, she felt as if something was choking her.
That house, indeed, had been leveled by the explosion.
The scene was already secured by the police, with officers on-site and a large group of people in black.
Wang Qingqing recognized Yan Ye's bodyguard, Eagle.
