"Go check it out!"
Just a moment ago Wen Xinyao had told Jiang Xiaobai not to meddle, but now she raced ahead of him and dashed out.
They quickly reached the corridor and saw several men who looked like construction workers wielding axes at a door.
"What are you doing!"
Rushing forward, Jiang Xiaobai yelled, and the men immediately stopped. Their eyes spun nervously.
"Kid, this has nothing to do with you, get lost!"
"I think the ones who should get lost are you! Leave here now, or I'm calling the police!"
"Go ahead!"
It was then that an old man with a slightly hunched figure, tears in his eyes, stepped forward.
"Go ahead! Let the police arrest me! Better yet, shoot me dead! My son is dead, what point is there for me to live on!"
Jiang Xiaobai and Wen Xinyao exchanged glances, the scene before them loaded with information. Could the death of this old man's son be related to Liu Ruyan?
