"Miss Yang, something's wrong, you need to quickly take the children..."
Liang Yinqiu hurried into Class 4's classroom.
She didn't finish her words.
She was interrupted by a deep, cold voice: "Don't move, raise your hands, or don't blame me for being rude."
As he spoke, the gun in the perpetrator's hand was pointed at Liang Yinqiu.
"Don't shoot, don't shoot..."
Liang Yinqiu stood obediently with her hands raised above her head, as instructed by the "perpetrator."
According to the initial plan, the "perpetrator" quickly used an arm to "hold" Liang Yinqiu hostage, while gently pressing the muzzle against her temple.
He quietly leaned close to Liang Yinqiu's ear and whispered in a voice only they could catch, "Director Liang, I apologize for the offense, but please continue to assist us in our work."
Liang Yinqiu gently nodded in understanding: "Alright, it's okay."
