Lu Yinfeng was being resuscitated in the operating room.
Outside, Mo Qianyan and Mo Zhiyan's reactions were completely different.
Mo Qianyan's eyes were lifeless as he sat collapsed in a chair.
Even now, he couldn't believe that Bai Zhilan would actually stab someone with a knife…
Yet he had seen it clearly from the stage, Bai Zhilan didn't hesitate even for a moment after she stopped…
Mo Qianyan's body shook uncontrollably.
But Mo Zhiyan was pacing relentlessly.
He hadn't forgotten what Lu Yinfeng said, and he kept calling Mo Nanze.
Such a big incident had happened; he had to notify the family!
"Little Uncle! Pick up the phone! Your wife has been in an accident!" Mo Zhiyan muttered in panic.
He made over a dozen calls, but none went through.
Enraged, Mo Zhiyan threw his phone out fiercely, and it struck the wall, shattering to pieces.
Mo Zhiyan's mind was filled with the gruesome image of Lu Yinfeng covered in blood.