Suddenly.
The doorbell rang.
Sun Ziwen jumped to her feet.
"I'll go open the door," she said.
At this moment, the family had no idea that a tragic event was about to unfold.
This tragedy would also create huge waves throughout Wulan City.
The consequences it brought were no less significant than the impact of taking down the Fenglin Party.
"Who is it?"
Sun Ziwen still had a sense of security.
She called out through the door to the outside.
A voice replied, "Sorry to bother you, we are from the neighborhood committee, here to conduct a census."
Sun Ziwen didn't suspect anything.
She opened the door directly.
A sharp dagger quickly thrust in, pressing against her neck.
Then, a very strong hand gripped her body, and the dagger was now horizontal against her throat.
Sun Ziwen was so frightened that she didn't dare to take a breath.
"Wenwen, who is it?"
Sun Jiye called out.
He turned his head to look.
He saw five men wearing masks entering in single file.
