Jing Hao and Xie Qinghuan rushed over.
Jing Hao went straight to Fu Nancheng, yanked him from the ground, and roared: "Where’s Xiao Mo! Where’s Xiao Mo!"
Fu Nancheng had no reaction at all, as if he hadn’t heard him.
’Bang!’ He punched Fu Nancheng in the face, and a trickle of blood erged from the corner of his mouth.
But he did not retaliate or move, only staring blankly at Qiao Mo’s wallet, lost in despair.
Jing Hao threw him to the ground and violently attacked him: "You killed her! She didn’t have to die! She didn’t have to die!"
Fu Nancheng still had no reaction, allowing the punches to rain down on him like a storm, yet he grinned, and as he laughed, tears once again flowed from his eyes, muttering to himself: "I killed her... I killed her..."
Qin Zhaoran saw sothing was wrong and imdiately pulled Jing Hao away.
Xie Qinghuan couldn’t worry about the situation there, looking at the devastation everywhere, her usually delicate face pale, as she knelt in the rubble and began to dig: "Xiao Mo... you can’t scare ... I’m timid... you can’t scare ..."
"Are you hiding sowhere? Where are you hiding? If you don’t co out, I’m going to get mad!"
About a ter away from the explosion site, a column seed to have collapsed, causing many beams to fall, piling into a heap of stones and steel bars into a small mountain.
Xie Qinghuan didn’t look at the corpses on the ground but stubbornly dug at the stones there.
"Qiao Xiaomo, hurry up and co out! If you don’t co out, I’m really going to break up with you!"
The stones broke her straight nails, yet she continued.
On the other side, Fu Nancheng, who had been slumped on the ground without any reaction, staggered up when he heard Xie Qinghuan’s words. He ran to her side and started helping her move the stones: "Xiao Mo... stop hiding... please co out, co ho with , okay?"
"I’ve asked Nanny Wang to make your favorite dishes, if you don’t co out soon, they’ll get cold."
Xie Qinghuan pushed him away: "Go away, Xiao Mo doesn’t need you! Get out of my sight!"
He shook his head, his eyes pleading like a child admitting his mistake: "I’m not leaving... don’t make go... if I can’t find Xiao Mo, no one can make leave!"
Seeing his state, Xie Qinghuan felt a pang in her heart, turned her head away, and whimpered softly without saying anything.
Fu Nancheng continued her previous task, moving one stone after another.
But one person’s strength was ultimately limited, and after more than ten minutes, he got angry, turned, and yelled at Qin Zhaoran and Yan Jiu: "What are you all standing there for! Co and help!"
Yan Jiu stepped forward trying to persuade, choking: "Third Brother, Little Sister Qiao... is already... dead, she’s not here."
"Nonsense!" His eyes were bloodshot, refusing to listen to Yan Jiu.
Qin Zhaoran went forward to stop Yan Jiu, shook his head at him: "He’s not in a stable state right now, let him be."
During the conversation, Xu Wan, along with her husband Li Muqing and son Li Qingcheng, hurried over. Before they got close, seeing the scene in front of her, her eyes turned red and tears started to fall: "My daughter... my daughter..."
"Mom! Mom, don’t get agitated!"
Xu Wan let go of Li Muqing’s hands that were supporting her, quickly ran forward, but after a few steps, everything went black, and she collapsed to the ground.
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