"Yang Xueshan? Yang Xueshan? Wake up, will you? Say something!"
Ye Ning finally started calling out, and at the same time, her hand also began to slap her face.
But this woman, this bitch!
This time, no matter how she shouted or hit her, she wouldn't wake up. She lay there on the car roof, covered in blood, with her eyes wide open as if dead, staring fixedly upwards.
This bitch!
Eventually, she stopped moving, tired from hitting and shouting. So she just stood there in front of her, staring blankly at her blood-covered hands, her expression as if her soul had already left.
"Miss An, do you recognize these two? Would you like to give a statement to the police?" Just as she stood there, dazed, the hotel manager suddenly approached.
On hearing this, her gaze immediately sharpened as she fixed it on him, "What about the murderer? Has the murderer been found?"