Ou Zun did not answer Mù Qiānxún. Ou Zun reacted for a while before he understood what he was being told.
His pupils suddenly contracted.
His eyes were filled with disbelief.
"Ou Zun, did you say... Lu Hang is dead?"
Mù Qiānxún's heart could not calm down for a long time.
At that moment, she suddenly remembered the awful smell in the warehouse earlier.
It was the smell of blood.
Silence fell inside the car.
Mù Qiānxún felt her mind go blank inexplicably, not knowing what to say.
Although Lu Hang was once despicable, and she really disliked him for a period of time.
But it was undeniable that in her naive youthful years, Lu Hang was part of that time.
Thinking back now, it was very beautiful.
Moreover, Lu Hang was a bright and shiny part of her pleasant memories.
The time of the four people together will never exist again.
Mù Qiānxún's voice trembled, with an inexplicable sob: "Is he... really dead?"
