An Yan took the suit jacket and indeed saw bloodstains splattered on the cuff.
She frowned, could it be that Fu Shiyan got injured last night?
She sniffed it, and there was still a scent of perfume on it.
As she pondered, a figure appeared from around the corner of the staircase.
Fu Shiyan, dressed in sportswear, had obviously gone out for morning exercise.
"Why are you up so early?"
The man moved with a light step, full of vigor.
An Yan pointed to the cuff, "Are you injured? There's blood on here."
Fu Shiyan directly threw the suit jacket on the ground and said to the servant, "Get rid of it."
"Yes." The servant quickly picked it up and turned to leave.
Fu Shiyan took An Yan's hand into the room, and as they entered the restroom, he stood behind her, embracing her and carefully washed her hands.