Chapter 952

• “Director Chu, you have to catch the killer. This is sick. Miaomiao is my favorite student. Last year her painting won an award at an overseas exhibit. Now she’s lost both her hands. How is she supposed to paint ever again?” A middle‑aged man with glasses, looking every bit the teacher, spoke with raw grief.
• “Mr. Wen, don’t worry. We’ll give everyone an answer,” Chu Huandong said, clearly knowing the teacher. He soothed him a bit, then led him aside to ask about what happened.
• Yang Ruoxi stepped into the exhibition center, a lecture hall with tiered seating. There were cameras mounted in the corners.