Fang Jiwei was still twitching, but her pupils had begun to spread. The medical staff were responsible for pulling her into the ambulance and left with a flute.

Guan Fengyao and Zhao Yong's father were separated by police and Wang Hui.

Let them lie flat on the ground.

In the corner, the laptop is still working.

Guan Fengyao's recording ended in unknown time. After a long blank, the music started to sound.

Liu Dan, Li Manting, Wen Ning, Wang Hui... Everyone present couldn't help but turn their heads.

Everyone is familiar with the musical phrases. It is Dvorak's "The New World Symphony".

Guan Fengyao remained motionless, his face was pale that belonged to the deceased.

Wang Hui opened his mouth and walked to Guan Fengyao stupidly and looked at him.

He wanted to cry very much, but he couldn't cry at all.

A stream of qi that cannot be relieved accumulates in the chest and then accumulates.

Guan Fengyao's eyes were closed.

His "last lesson" was ringing.

He used his life as a conclusion.

Guan Fengyao even had a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

It seems that I am extremely satisfied with my arrangement.

Wang Hui was very dissatisfied.

Everything came to an abrupt end, without any preview.

Even the moment Guan Fengyao pierced Zhao Yong's father's heart with a knife, Wang Hui did not react.

He didn't have time to prepare and didn't have time to say goodbye.

There is no time to rush over and grab the knife.

"dad!"
Chapter completed!