Liao Qianqian stood behind Fu Yuxing, watching him scramble desperately toward the door on his hands and knees, like a dog struggling for life.
"Yuxing, what happened, what's going on inside?"
Fu Xinyue's voice came from outside.
It seemed she heard the sound of Fu Yuxing falling and sensed that something was amiss, so she directly tried turning the doorknob.
The room's door was initially locked from the inside.
Fu Xinyue twisted the knob several times, but couldn't open the door.
Fu'er saw this and hooked her finger.
Fu Xinyue, who was desperately trying to open the door, suddenly heard a click, and to her surprise, the previously shut door swung open.
Fu Xinyue rushed in and saw Fu Yuxing on the ground, his neck covered in wounds that looked like scratch marks.
His hands were covered in blood, especially at the fingertips, matching the wounds on his neck, as if he had scratched himself.