As Su Jianteng finished his call, the blinding white lights downstairs flashed brilliantly, and in an instant, even the corners and crevices like the bushes were visible.
The servers hurriedly rushing downstairs were quickly searching along the edges of the walls.
"Found... it."
A voice full of joy shouted loudly.
Even Su Jianteng, who was lying upstairs, heard it. He wanted to prop himself up to check on An Ying's condition, but he couldn't muster any strength.
Fortunately, the assistant arrived.
"Mr. Su." Upon seeing him sitting on the ground, the assistant showed a hint of worry. When he rushed over and saw the blood streaming down the other party's forehead, and that he was wearing nothing but briefs, he couldn't help but exclaim in shock, "Mr. Su, you're injured?"
He squatted down, half-knelt, and helped the other man up.
"I didn't expect her to be so fierce." A trace of unwillingness and anger appeared in Su Jianteng's eyes.
