Hearing Yan Moshan's shout, the anxious crowd outside immediately rushed in. When Mu Yongxing in the back saw the young man lying beside Yan Moshan's feet, his expression suddenly turned into one of shock and he asked, "Isn't this Zhang Yang? How could Zhang Yang be here? Is he dead?"
To Mu Yongxing's barrage of questions, Yan Moshan curiously glanced at Mu Xinyue, then at Zhang Yang lying on the ground, and felt even more depressed. Could it be that they had some sort of connection? If that were the case, this would be a bit too melodramatic.
"You know this person?" Yan Moshan asked, puzzled.
"Yes, he and... Zhang Zihang are cousins. I didn't expect him to die in a place like this, quite unexpected." Mu Yongxing said.
"Oh, I see," Yan Moshan sighed in relief.
"Mr. Yan, who is this woman?" Long Yanjiao was the first to notice the other person, Li Luo, and the pair of morning and evening bells.