The school leadership was horrified because these girls were all daughters of some teachers; they might have been mischievous at times, but they would never do something so irretrievable.
The head of student discipline was kneeling on the ground, howling in grief. His good daughter, how could such a thing have happened? She should have been able to command the wind and rain. He glared at the girls with ferocity, his eyes filled with hatred.
He would not let these women off easily. He only had one daughter, and now that he was older and for health reasons, he could not possibly have any more children.
They were trying to cut off his lineage.
Unforgivable.
Something big had happened below, and Yang Zixuan also got up. When she saw a crowd and the police arriving, she was somewhat baffled.
When she saw a white cloth covering something on the ground, her heart trembled. Could it really be that she was dead?
"Zixuan, what's wrong?"
"Can you see me?" Yang Zixuan asked nervously.
