Ahqing's actions were swift and decisive, catching everyone off guard. Even if Amy had countless things to say in her heart, she didn't have the chance at this moment.
Gu Ping didn't know if there was an aura around her that stretched to 2.8 meters, he only stared at the electrocardiogram on the bedside cabinet, where the flat, unchanging lines made him instantly feel a headache.
"Ahqing—"
He looked at the ravaged soul and said speechlessly: "You haven't forgotten why I invited you here, have you?"
Ahqing blinked and looked at the lifeless Amy on the hospital bed, suddenly stuck.
She looked into Gu Ping's brown eyes and hesitantly said, "Sorry... I got angry for a moment and forgot."
Gu Ping: ...
"What do we do now?"
He paced around the ward: "The victim mysteriously died under police watch. How am I supposed to write the report?"
Changan didn't particularly understand, but he followed him around the room.
After all, there were reporters at the door.
