After hearing the news, Lin Yang rushed towards Jiangcheng in a hurry. At the same time, he called Ma Hai and asked him to arrange a hospital for Liu Rushi to stay and recuperate.
Ma Hai sent someone to take Liu Rushi away, while Lin Yang rushed to the Central Building non-stop.
At this moment, there were many patrol vehicles parked downstairs of the Central Building, ambulances and fire trucks also arrived, and many reporters and onlookers gathered around the building.
Lin Yang's face tightened, and he quickly looked up, and immediately saw a figure standing on the edge of the roof.
That was none other than Su Yan!
At this moment, her face was full of tears, extremely haggard, her eyes were empty, and she looked completely helpless.
How could Lin Yang dare to think so much? He rushed towards the top floor of the Central Building like crazy.
At this moment, many official personnel gathered on the top floor. Negotiators were sent from the police station to try to stabilize Su Yan's mood. Zhang Qingyu and Su Guang also arrived.
Zhang Qingyu was crying so hard that she almost collapsed. Su Guang's eyes were also bloodshot, and he hugged his wife and tried to comfort her.
"Who are you? It's not convenient for people to wait here for the time being! If you are a reporter, please wait downstairs!"
At this time, someone spotted Lin Yang and stopped him immediately.
"I am Lin Yang, Su Yan's husband! Let me pass quickly." Lin Yang shouted.
"Oh? Are you Lin Yang?"
Many people turned back and looked at him with strange eyes.
Su Yan's Yueyan International has become famous in Jiangcheng. She herself is one of the young and promising entrepreneurs in the city. Now that she is forced to commit suicide, the attention is naturally very high, and reporters are flocking to her.
I'm afraid the whole city's eyes are on the top floor of the Central Building.
But Lin Yang didn't understand, who else in Jiangcheng could force Su Yan to this point?
Why didn't Ma Hai come forward to help?
Why didn't Yang Hua intervene? What did Kang Jiahao and Ji Wen do?
Lin Yang became increasingly angry, but now was not the time to question Ma Hai and Kang Jiahao.
"Lin Yang is here?" Zhang Qingyu, who was still crying on Su Guang's chest, suddenly raised his head, glared at Lin Yang who was walking quickly, and cried directly: "You are the one who has been stabbed a thousand times! Where did you die?
?I tell you! If something happens to Xiaoyan today! You have to pay with her life! Did you hear clearly?"
"Mom, what happened?" Lin Yang asked deeply.
"What happened? It's not all caused by this useless thing like you! If you had some effect, Xiaoyan wouldn't be standing here! It's all you! You beast! Trash!!"
Zhang Qingyu cursed and cried loudly, then pushed Su Guang away and rushed towards Lin Yang.
Fortunately, Su Guang had quick eyes and quick hands and grabbed her.
Lin Yang frowned.
Why is this woman so crazy?
He didn't have time to dwell on it, he immediately opened the door and ran towards the rooftop.
"Who are you? The negotiator is inside to stabilize the other party's emotions. Don't go and disturb him!" A patrol officer immediately stopped Lin Yang and said.
"I am her husband! Let me pass!"
Lin Yang shouted, pushing away the patrolman and running forward.
"Xiaoyan!"
"Lin Yang?"
Su Yan, who was standing by the rooftop, suddenly looked back and looked at the figure that appeared in front of her. Tears immediately burst out and flowed down her face.
Lin Yang didn't waste any time and rushed forward with a vigorous stride.
Su Yan suddenly panicked and retreated subconsciously.
"Don't come over!"
But behind was a tall building, and Su Yan stepped on it and fell down.
"ah!"
There were countless screams at the scene.
The people below also exclaimed again and again.
"daughter!"
Zhang Qingyu screamed and fainted on the spot.
Lin Yang's breathing became tight, and he immediately gathered his energy. Like lightning, he rushed to the side and grabbed him downwards.
Bah!
Su Yan's weak and boneless little hand was tightly held by him, and she was suspended in mid-air.
