The hall, glass shattered all over the floor.
A person lay on the ground, blood spreading across their chest, staining the glass shards a vivid red.
A gentle breeze blew, bringing the thick scent of blood into the lungs, causing discomfort.
Song Yi turned around and saw this scene, her mind buzzing as if numerous images were crashing through her head, desperately trying to grasp those scenes.
But they vanished instantly.
The package in her hand fell to the ground, and the hall was filled with panic.
Wen Mu was also stunned, with shock written all over his face, the woman beside him just collapsed like that...
Outside, the wind howled, and the weather turned gloomy in an instant, dark clouds gathering and covering the sky as the entire city was shrouded.
Wen Mu's face looked extremely grim as he gazed towards a certain building in the distance.
Soon, Song Yi came to her senses, her hands trembling, and called the police.
The police arrived quickly.
