As her words fell, Zhou Ziqiao's mind suddenly exploded like a bomb had gone off.
She remained petrified, her blood seemingly frozen in her veins, until she managed to react and turned to run towards the exit.
Upon seeing this, Mother Zhou hurriedly chased after her, grabbing her arm, "Qiaoqiao, you shouldn't run in your condition. Wait, I'll have your father come back to pick you up."
She quickly called Father Zhou to explain the situation, and soon, the patrol car returned.
Since there were seats available, both Mother Zhou and Zhou Ziqiao got into the car.
The short distance of one kilometer, a matter of dozens of seconds, felt like agonizing years to Zhou Ziqiao.
The patrol car stopped in front of the elaborately carved gate, the security office had already opened the gate, and Zhou Ziqiao got out of the car first.
She saw Mu Shaoze lying face down on the ground, his hand covered in blood.
