Song Taishan furrowed his brow, just as he was about to speak, a cold female voice suddenly interjected from the side.
"A lot of whites in the eyes, cloudy pupils, messy eyebrows, malevolence hidden in the eyes and brows, the child's death, it's related to you, isn't it?"
Jiangli stared straight at the security guard, speaking in a calm tone.
Upon hearing this, everyone's gaze sharply turned toward the security guard.
The security guard jumped in fright, looking at Jiangli with trepidation, and with gritted teeth said, "You, this young lady, what nonsense are you talking about here! What child, I don't understand a word you're saying!"
