"Wu Xin, I believe she's telling the truth." Tang Yue said as she opened the car door and got out. Maybe intuition isn't always accurate, but she still chose to trust her instincts and her judgment.
The girl's panicked expression didn't seem fake, and the blood stains on her hands and body didn't seem fake either. Her words felt very real, and Tang Yue was willing to believe the girl.
Sure enough, when Tang Yue followed Wu Xin to the girl's home, there was a woman lying beside the water tank, and a smaller girl crying next to her. The wrist of the woman on the ground was bright red.
"Wu Xin, come over and help quickly."
Seeing this, Tang Yue immediately called Wu Xin to help carry the person to the car.
