"Qianqian, Xiao Yu." Without a doubt, He Wenyu called the police and sought out Zhang Ye because he had a familiar contact—why bother with strangers?
Zhang Ye gasped for breath as he ran upstairs, despite having taken the elevator, it seemed as though he had run over after getting out of a car.
Seeing Luo Qianqian's tear-streaked face, he immediately panicked, "What happened? Xiao Yu, what happened?"
He Wenyu glanced at Luo Qianqian, who was helplessly pretending to be a lady, and pulled him aside to explain the situation.
After hearing the story, Zhang Ye was speechless, staring at Lin Jiayou, "Even if he's a suspect, he still needs treatment first. Otherwise, who would be responsible if something happened?"
Lin Jiayou looked disdainfully at the woman on the floor, "She's got plenty of meat on her; she won't die that easily."
