Jing Xin, was it her?
The Jing Xin that Tan Chenxiao had taught, the one who had talent in art and lived in the same neighborhood as them, had died because of Xixi's accident and her boyfriend's car accident?
The younger generation all felt that Jing Xin had tampered with Xixi's elevator. They, the elders, had never interfered in their affairs, but when Jing Xin died and they wanted to intervene, it was already too late.
"This miss jing is really pitiful. I heard that she had a car accident not far away ten years ago. Her child was lost and her face was ruined. She was saved by the people in the mountains. All these years, she has been teaching the children how to draw in the mountains. Miss Jing's drawing is really good."
Lu Qichuan raised his head and looked upstairs. He felt that there were some things that he wanted to bring up again, regardless of who was unwilling to investigate this matter.