After crying for a while, Qiao Jiaying started to yell madly, "I don't believe it, I don't believe my mother is dead... You're lying to me! It must be you lying to me..."
Someone silently handed over a photograph.
Song Jia lay in the field with a hole in her forehead, her face covered in blood. Her eyes were wide open, unwilling to close in death.
"Ahhh!"
Seeing the ghastly image of Song Jia's death in the photograph, Qiao Jiaying clutched her head and continued to scream.
All the people quietly watched her, waiting...
The answer was about to come out.
Joseph sat among the crowd, his expression changing several times, before finally settling into calmness.
It wasn't known how long it took, but Qiao Jiaying finally stopped screaming.
She slumped to the ground, cradling the photo of Song Jia, tears streaming down her face as she looked up at Jian Xi, "I'll tell, I'll tell everything..."