No one expected Mr. Andre to be suddenly killed.
When the news spread, Miss Jianxi happened to be discharged from the hospital and was preparing to return to Jiangcheng with Nan Mufeng.
They hadn't reached the airport when they were intercepted.
"What's going on?" Nan Mufeng asked, his face dark as he looked at the police.
"Young Master Nan, we are from the Royalty Police. Please come with us," the leading officer said.
Jianxi had a bad feeling rising in her heart, and she quietly held Nan Mufeng's hand.
Nan Mufeng patted her hand back, signaling her not to be afraid.
"Reason," Nan Mufeng demanded icily.
"Mr. Andre is dead, a murder," the officer said.
"Who are you?"
"Sorry, Young Master Nan, we are just carrying out our duties."
Nan Mufeng's heart sank.
"Young Master Nan, you are a guest of the Queen, no one will make it difficult for you, it's just a formality..." the officer explained, his deference to Nan Mufeng clearly visible.
"Let's go and see," Jianxi said.