In her previous life, Song Qingyun and her old man enjoyed a life of luxury, supported by their seven daughters.
When Song Qingyun finally repented, none of her seven daughters had lived past...
"uncle……"
"It's okay, the police will control the scene soon. Let's just stand here and don't move. There will be no danger." Xia Weian said in a gentle voice.
Ou Jing finally found his voice and said, "Yeah."
As Xia Wei'an expected, a large number of police officers arrived soon to provide support and the scene was under control.
These innocent people were evacuated.
"Where are you going? I'll take you there." Xia Weian said to Ou Jing.
"I, I came out to buy something and I'm going home." Ou Jing pressed his chest. He regretted going out today.
Xia Weian sent Ou Jing back home before going to the state-owned restaurant.
When he arrived at the state-owned restaurant, he saw Xia Ruokui looking around anxiously, and the little girl was about to cry.
"Ruokui, what's wrong?" Xia Weian hurried forward.
"Dad!" Xia Ruokui almost cried when she saw Xia Weian. "I heard the gunshots. I was scared to death. I'm so glad you're okay."
"Dad is fine." Xia Weian patted Xia Ruokui's shoulder gently. "If something like this happens again, don't come out. What if there's still danger?"
"Dad is an adult and can take care of himself."
Xia Weian comforted Xia Ruokui for a long time before Xia Ruokui calmed down. The father and daughter went to the state-owned restaurant together to pack up the food.
Xia Weian asked Xia Ruokui to wait for him at the state-owned restaurant. He hurried to the supply and marketing cooperative and bought two thermos bottles as gifts.
After paying the bill, Xia Weian hurried back to the state-owned hotel and went back to Shen Wan's house with Xia Ruokui.
Along the way, everyone was talking about today's shooting.
Everyone knows that someone has died, but they don't know who the dead person is.
Xia Weian knows...