C112 Cut Bamboo into Blades

"Zhang Ping is dead?!" The expressions of the three Ding family members changed.

I said yes, she dined with her roommate on Grand Park Road from seven to eight last night, sang on KTV at around eight-twenty, went to supper around one-fifteen in the morning, and died on her own roof at two-forty-five in the morning.

"Then who was it that I saw last night?" Ding Yi asked with a pale face