Jing Qiao still couldn't help feeling a bit panicked, as Song Boyuan's head full of blood was truly a shocking sight.
Soon, a bodyguard rushed over and helped the person into the house.
This place was originally arranged by Song Boyuan for Jing Qiao. The couch was an off-white fabric sofa, completely decorated according to Jing Qiao's taste.
At this moment, drops of crimson blood left their marks on the sofa.
Jing Qiao's hands trembled as she tried to grab her phone to dial 120, but even the phone slipped from her grasp, clattering to the ground, its tempered glass screen protector shattering into a web of cracks.
She couldn't even care about that, her fingers continued to swipe on the screen. The broken pieces of the screen protector were quite sharp, cutting fine wounds on Jing Qiao's fingertips.
She had successfully dialed 120, and the operator on the other end, hearing her slightly panicked voice, comforted her, "Ma'am, please try to calm down first."
