Hearing those words, Zhao Xinghua froze, about to ask something, but his phone suddenly buzzed.
He looked down, and his pupils contracted immediately. Ye Lingfeng casually glanced over, catching sight of several charred people in the image, and a hint of amusement flashed in his eyes.
Noticing his reaction, Zhao Xinghua quickly looked over at Zhouzhou, handing her the phone, "This is your doing, isn't it?"
Zhouzhou leaned in for a look. The screen displayed images of people who had been struck by lightning, their bodies scorched to the core--worse than she'd been back then.
She shook her head, spreading her chubby little hands innocently. "Not me! That was Mr. Thunder's work. How could I manage that? I'm just a little elementary school girl who only knows how to cry!"
She flashed him a sweet, innocent smile.
Perfect, he thought. She's definitely behind this!
Zhao Xinghua snorted, not buying it one bit; this little girl was a pro at playing innocent.