She knew Lie Xunjue was in trouble.
In fact, she could tell from his stumbling steps; he was injured.
And he was hurt badly.
She hurriedly grabbed the first aid kit from the living room and rushed into the bedroom.
The curtains in the bedroom had been tightly closed by Lie Xunjue, and the bedside lamp was on. Lie Xunjue was struggling to take off his suit jacket.
"Shut the door!"
She stared blankly at the carpet, the snow-white carpet stained red with blood.
It took her a while to react, reaching out to close the door.
Looking up again.
Lie Xunjue had already taken off his suit and was sitting on the sofa.
His left hand was supporting his right arm, a frightening murderous intent flashing on his cold face.
She was very afraid to look into his eyes.
His eyes were different from ordinary people's, often emitting a chilling coldness.
"Come here!"
"Okay!"
She carried the medical kit to him, looking at him anxiously, "Are you injured? Was it a car accident?"
