Yan Xiaye silently gazed at the chaotic scene before her, a feeling of helplessness gripping her heart like an invisible hand.
After being released from prison, she had invested all her efforts and finally found a place to settle down, only to have it destroyed so easily.
Blinking blankly, she suddenly thought of something, rushed into the room over the scattered glass shards, and began searching desperately among the overturned tables and cabinets for the design drafts that Bai Yan had completed and had recently stored in a folder.
"Miss Yan, what are you looking for? Do you need our help?"
The security guards stood tentatively outside the door, and due to Yan Xiaye's good relationships, they were quite willing to help. However, as the studio stored numerous valuable jewelry samples, outsiders dared not enter rashly, fearing they might be blamed if something went missing.
"No, thank you..."