Aunt Mei, lying motionless on the ground, seemed to have no breath of life left.
Ming Yao immediately crouched down and checked Aunt Mei's breath.
There was no respiration.
She then hurriedly felt for her pulse, her pupils slightly constricting.
She looked up at Gu Siting, "She's dead."
Gu Siting stood stiffly, motionless.
At that moment, the rushing reporters were ceaselessly taking photographs.
Click, click.
The flash of the magnesium lights was painfully bright to the eyes.
The reporters, invigorated as if injected with adrenaline, jostled to place microphones in front of Gu Siting.
"Fourth Master Gu, is this woman the nanny who took care of you when you were a child?"
"It's said that she once did you a favor, why did you kill her?"
"When she fell down the stairs and became a vegetable, was that also your doing?"
"What kind of deep hatred do you have with her, causing you to put a nanny, who did you a favor, to death?"
"Mr. Gu, what is the photo in your hand?"
