Gu Jiajia slightly frowned, looking worriedly at Yijun.
She wasn't afraid of death; she couldn't let go of Yijun, couldn't bear to part with Yijun.
She believed that after her death, Tang Huai would take good care of Yijun.
But she was a mother; which mother could bear such a separation from her child?
Yijun's eyes were warm with tears, looking captivatingly at Gu Jiajia.
"Don't cry, Yijun," Gu Jiajia choked up.
How she wished she could embrace Yijun, but she couldn't...
"Mom..." Yijun's voice was thick with sobs.
Tang Huai couldn't bear to see such a heart-wrenching scene.
She looked deeply at Gu Jiajia: "I'm going to find the killer now. Stay here and don't be afraid or panic. Tell the enforcement officers everything you know when they question you. I believe it was just a conflict between you and Lan You'an that day, and you had no animosity afterward. Why would you kill her?"
Gu Jiajia nodded: "I'll wait for your good news."
