Qin Jian didn't say a word.
"Shuangshuang, I see the leader's face doesn't look good, could it be..." Tian Niu looked at Gu Shuangshuang's gloomy face and swallowed the rest of his words.
"Hurry up! Let's quickly follow and see what happened." Gu Shuangshuang urged.
Tian Niu put Ning Chenguang down from his shoulder, held him tightly in his arms, and quickly followed.
Qin Jian could never forget the Lantern Festival of that year.
On the dark road intersecting with the brightly lit South Street, layers of people surrounded the scene tightly.
Qin Jian struggled to push through the crowd, and when he saw the two people lying on the cold ground, his pupils contracted, his heart was struck hard, and the blood in his body froze instantly.
The people lying on the ground were none other than his wife, An Hao, and his father-in-law, An Shuchao.
The two of them lay silently in a pool of blood, as the falling snow grew larger, covering them with a thin layer of white.
"An Hao—!"
