Hospital, under the building.

the blood on the ground is dripping. It's Wang Haicheng's body.

the police have been waiting around for us for a long time, and we have set up a cordon.

the media set up cameras on the periphery, recording this scene one after another.

on the rooftop of the hospital, Yan Ruoxue stood there in panic and didn't move for half a day

she was pale, looking at Wang Haicheng downstairs, her eyelashes trembling.

when ye Xiaoqian ran over, Xu mengran went to the press conference to arrange the arrangement, while she stayed in the hospital to deal with the business. Now she suddenly heard that...