"Fanfan!" Chu Biyao called out softly, running towards Ye Fan, "Fanfan, quickly sit down, it's been hard protecting your elder sister, hurry and take a rest."
Ye Fan sat down and asked with a smile, "What is it this time? Go ahead, tell me."
Seeing Chu Biyao's attitude, he knew for sure that something was up.
"No wonder you're my Fanfan, you could tell right away I had something to say." Chu Biyao chuckled, "The explosion site, such a realistic scene, I wonder, did you manage to capture any shocking footage?"
"No, I was on stage at the time, there's no way I could have captured any close-up video." Naturally, Ye Fan had cameras on him; to satisfy Chu Biyao's wishes, he always installed small cameras whenever he went out.
"I see." Chu Biyao wasn't disappointed at all, and curiously asked, "So, were there really killers in that two-story building turned into ruins? People even filmed limbs from the corpses."
