Yet, Zhang Guihua's voice trembled as she comforted her son, "Xiao Hu, don't be afraid. After all, nothing happened that day. Our family of four didn't do anything. If there was any incident, it was all on An Xiaomian herself. She was really strange that day, for no reason at all she ran into a table. It was obvious she wanted to hurt herself, and we couldn't stop her even if we tried. Later, when we saw her bleeding, we were so scared that we hurriedly left. We haven't seen her since then, and we don't know how she's doing now..."
Zhang Guihua quietly comforted her son, but in fact, she was also quietly instructing her son and daughter on what to say when they later spoke alone with the man in black. As long as they stuck to the story she was now telling—since there was no surveillance in that private room at the time—then even if anyone wanted to trouble them, they would all have the same story and no one could do anything about it.