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Before she could gather her thoughts.

The next second, a call from the police came in.

"Hello? Is this Ms. Zhou? We received a report that two bodies were found under the bridge. After identification, they are your wife and daughter."

Zhou Ying fell to her knees, her face pale.

"Where is the bridge? Take me there quickly!"

With the help of an assistant, she arrived under the bridge.

At this moment, many paparazzi and onlookers had already gathered at the scene.

The police had set up a long cordon at the scene.

As Zhou Ying arrived, countless flashes from cameras surrounded her.

The police let her in.

She anxiously pushed against my body, shouting.

"Qin Xu, I'm telling you, stop pretending, get up now."

"Tiantian, you too, get up quickly, if you keep pretending, I'm going to hit you."

But no matter how she screamed and pushed, the bodies on the ground remained motionless.

A staff member nervously stepped forward to check for breath on my and Tiantian's bodies.