Duan Jiasu stared with wide eyes, looking like he died with grievances, with a pool of bloody pus beneath him.
Dong Hao was so frightened he turned to run, but suddenly stopped.
For directly opposite him, three to four meters away, stood that little girl of five or six years old from before.
Duan Jiasu's cousin.
Why is she here? Did she see something?
With anxiety in his heart, Dong Hao stared at Yun Qi, his gaze grim.
After a moment of stalemate, Dong Hao suddenly broke down, covering his face and crying bitterly, "I didn't want to, I never thought of killing anyone, I just wanted a good score. Duan Jiasu is so good at studying, even if he doesn't do well this year, he can attend a good school next year. But not me, I don't have that kind of luck. If I don't do well this year, it's impossible next year. I just didn't want to retake the exams…"
