"Grandpa, could the person on that stretcher be…?"
Inside the hall on the first floor, the crowd wore varied expressions. They all stared at the armed guards at the staircase as they whispered among themselves. Yuan Youwei's beautiful eyes flashed with an extraordinary light. She couldn't help but lean close to Mr. Yuan Sr., who stood with his hands clasped behind his back, and venture a cautious guess.
"Enough. Don't get involved, and don't say another word. We'll pretend we know nothing," Mr. Yuan Sr. said, shaking his head with a smile, yet drops of cold sweat beaded on his forehead.
Good heavens, if her guess turns out to be true, it would be utterly terrifying. I can't think about it too deeply. I don't dare!
"What right do you have to stop me? That's my Uncle Nie, a family elder who watched me grow up!"
