The mobile phone slipped from the young man's hand and shattered against the floor. Chu Ao stumbled to pick it up, but the receiver was dead, emitting not a sound.
The laughter that had filled the courtyard abruptly died away; every eye was fixed on his clenched fist.
"Xia Shanhe... is dead?" Chu Tianjiao’s voice squeezed out of his throat, trembling and grating with a jarring rasp.
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