"Isn't this an irreparable situation?"
"Indeed, it's irreparable. The owners of those dangerous buildings died long ago, who can they hold liable?"
A high school girl?
Gu Nuan's parents felt a chill in their hearts.
They squeezed into the crowd, painstakingly pushing aside the people in front. At the same time, they saw Qiu Sangu rushing into the crowd like a lunatic.
Qiu Sangu was hysterically shouting at the police officer line formed by human walls: "That's my daughter, my daughter, I saw it, her phone—"
Perhaps the police were also searching and investigating to confirm the deceased's identity. Hearing Qiu Sangu's words, they let her through. Qiu Sangu rushed into the crime scene and saw her daughter, Qiu Jiali, already stiff on the ground.
Her legs gave way immediately, and she sat down, her head tilted, foam at the corners of her mouth.
The emergency personnel at the scene saw this and hurried to assist her, pinching her upper lip and other measures.
