"General Zhang, come in first!"

"Don't let others notice."

General Zhang frowned slightly and hesitated for a moment, but finally stepped into the room.

Qiu Mobai quickly closed the door.

General Zhang's eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, and he quickly scanned the room.

His eyes seemed to be able to penetrate all obstacles, and no detail could escape his keen eyes.

Suddenly, his eyes fixed on the child behind Mo Lao and Hua Qingqing.

His heart suddenly trembled, and his pace involuntarily quickened, and he walked towards that direction with big strides.

When I finally saw the child's appearance clearly, I was completely stunned.

The child was covered in blood, lying there quietly, like a withered flower, heartbreaking.

The small wrist was sewn densely with stitches, as if it would break if this was not done.

General Zhang's face turned as pale as paper and his voice began to tremble.

"Nuan Nuan, Nuan Nuan...My baby, what's wrong with you?"

He couldn't accept the fact before him. How could his lovely granddaughter be treated like this?

The five-foot-tall man couldn't help but shed tears.

His mind kept echoing with his daughter-in-law's heart-wrenching and painful scream.

She said someone killed Nuannuan and even cruelly chopped off one of her hands.

General Zhang didn't believe it at the time, but now seeing Nuannuan lying there lifeless with his own eyes, his heart was filled with fear and endless resentment.

"Who is it? Who killed my granddaughter!"

His eyes were bloodshot, revealing deep despair and anger.

His eyes were as cold as ice as he stared at Qiu Mobai.

"Who is it, you ask?"