Lady Chuchu

Zhao Shuning had yet to step out of the inn.

The next moment.

At the door of the inn, another person rushed in rashly.

The one who came this time was a young man that looked like a servant.

He was very fast.

Luckily, Zhao Shuning reacted fast enough to avoid being knocked to the ground by the attendant.

Then he looked at the manservant.

As he ran, he wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

The right side of his face was swollen.

His face was bruised and swollen, and he was crying his heart out. It was a perfect description for the servant that ran in just now.

Zhao Shuning was just about to leave.

However, he could hear the wailing of the manservant with his sharp ears.

"Mistress, this is bad!" The second young master's leg was broken by someone, the eldest young master went to help, and now his hand has been broken! "

"Wuwuwu — the young master has been severely injured by others!