In front of the school gate, Qiao Qiao's Maserati was parked at the side.
The crowd was surrounded by another luxury car, Mercedes-Benz.
Next to the car was a cart carrying goods. On the cart, a skinny old granny laid there with no trace of blood.
The old granny's clothes were very worn out and full of patches. Her hair was gray like a beggar's hair.
The old granny looked at the strong man kneeling in front of the Mercedes-Benz with tears in her eyes.
He was in his 30s and had a brush cut. His skin was dark and he was more than 1.8 meters tall. He looked as strong as a bull.
"Damu, come back quickly. Mom is fine. Let's go home... Ahem!"
Every time the old granny said a word, she would gasp and cough after she spoke.
She grabbed a piece of cloth and covered her mouth, coughing out blood.
"Don't get too excited, granny. My friend will be here soon. He will definitely cure you!"