"What?"
Aunt Ruan suddenly raised her head.
"What happened?"
"The road over there is blocked, something big has happened. Several police cars arrived, and they said there was a journalist hiding in the greenbelt. He rushed out and stabbed the guy who was just here."
"Ah? How could such a big incident happen—"
Just as they were saying this, they unconsciously recalled the words Little Milk Jin had just spoken.
They didn't understand his long speech, but they could understand when Little Milk Jin said he couldn't return today.
Indeed, he hadn't been able to return.
He had barely walked a few streets before he lost his life.
Several people couldn't help but inhale a breath of cold air.
"So what that kid said was true?"
"Is it really that mystical?"
Xia Jiangnan looked at her mother's phone.
"Mom, make sure you keep that person's contact information safe; you never know when it might come in handy."
"What use could it possibly have for us?"
Aunt Ruan shook her head.
