Lin Zhiyi was forced to follow Gong Chen to Song Wanqiu's apartment.
Just stepping out of the elevator, she saw scattered bloodstains on the ground and red paint on the door.
Everything was startlingly shocking.
Before Lin Zhiyi could react, Gong Chen had already rushed into the apartment, accompanied by a man's screams of agony and Song Wanqiu's cries.
"Third Young Master! I'm so scared! I'm afraid..."
The sobs pulled Lin Zhiyi's thoughts back, and she hurried into the apartment.
What met her eyes was a man lying on the floor, his features vicious, spitting blood, still clutching a dagger tightly in his hand.
Opposite, Song Wanqiu was pressing her bleeding arm, weakly nestled in Gong Chen's arms, her pretty face full of sorrow.
The man continued to hurl insults at Song Wanqiu, "Slut! So good at climbing into bed, what's wrong with making me feel good? You're just that kind of woman!"
Song Wanqiu rebutted tearfully, "No, no, I'm not..."