Yuan Bin directed the donkey cart to speed towards the accident site.

Fortunately, the distance wasn't far.

He Feng's car must have gone out of control and veered off the road. Unfortunately, the spot was a cliff, and the car crashed down, looking almost like a pancake from above.

Villagers and passersby who heard the commotion rushed over.

Le Yao followed the villagers around to the bottom of the cliff, which was seven or eight meters high, and found that the entire vehicle was severely deformed. He Feng was trapped in the driver's seat, and they had no way to rescue her with their bare hands.

Fortunately, the police arrived quickly, and then the ambulance followed.

With the help of professionals and equipment, the car was quickly cut open, and He Feng was rescued. However, her lower body was mangled and bloody from the compression.

The doctor examined the patient and found no vital signs, so he pronounced the patient dead.

"Alan, are you alright?" Han Xiangdong grabbed Le Yao's arm.

Le Yao then realized that she was trembling violently. She swallowed and shook her head, saying, "I'm fine." She absolutely did not believe that this was a coincidence or an accident.

This is absolutely murder to silence witnesses.

Is human life really so worthless to that person?

At this time, the police officers began to question the onlookers about what had happened. Many people witnessed the fall and shared their stories, initially concluding that it was caused by brake failure.

“Miss, the Municipal Bureau will probably send people over soon.” Yuan Bin looked at Le Yao. “You should go back first. I’ll stay here and see how things go.”

“Yes, you’re just standing here watching,” Tao Qing agreed. “Besides, it’s getting late.”

Le Yao nodded and got on the donkey cart, but her whole body was still shaking violently.

Tao Qing put her arm around Le Yao's shoulder: "It's okay."

Le Yao took a deep breath and nodded: "I know, I just can't accept it for a moment."

Tao Qing gently patted Le Yao on the back, and then, taking advantage of her inattention, sent a message.

The moment Nangong Jue saw the message, a chill ran through him. Several middle managers around him got goosebumps, especially the company's finance manager who was speaking. He didn't seem to have made a mistake.

"Fang Ming, you take charge." Nangong Jue said, standing up and leaving.

Everyone was stunned.

Fang Ming was also a little confused, but only for a moment, before walking to the head of the table and saying, "Let's continue." In his heart, however, he harbored endless resentment towards his boss. He was being paid as an assistant but was being treated like a boss. What a wicked capitalist!

He Feng's identity was easily confirmed, so the police contacted Yan Zimeng immediately.

When Yan Zimeng received the news of He Feng's death, she cried her heart out, and anyone who saw it would feel that their relationship was very deep.

"Ms. Yan," the police officer in charge of taking her statement said with a word of comfort, "Please accept my condolences."

Yan Zimeng sniffed and wiped her face with a tissue: "I'm sorry, I just... can't accept it."

"Now, can you tell me about He Feng's situation?" The officer picked up a pen.

"Her family is from the countryside. After graduating from vocational high school, she came with me. I was just starting out then, and she was there for me from obscurity to where I am now..."