Seeing someone rush in, he suddenly stood up, grabbed a wooden stick beside him, and charged out.
Whoosh!
Instantly, several gun barrels were aimed at him, and a light shone over, hurting his eyes.
"We are the police, drop your weapon immediately!" the other party shouted loudly.
Upon hearing the word "police," Qiao Liang's tense nerves finally relaxed completely. He let go of the wooden stick and spoke feebly.
"Don't shoot, I'm the one who called the police!"
The police officers came over to support him, but he shook off their arms, returned to the room, and rushed to embrace Chu Xinqing.
"Xiaoqing, Xiaoqing!" The girl in his arms had her eyes tightly shut, her face pale like moonlight. No matter how much he shook her, there was no response. "Xiaoqing, Xiaoqing—"
Qiao Liang's throat suddenly went hoarse. Holding the girl in his arms, his throat was already choked with sobs.
The surrounding police officers, watching the tearful man, all frowned sympathetically.
"Cough!"
