The door opened.
Xie Fang rushed in impatiently, a look of grief on his face: "Brother-in-law, I'm afraid he's already been murdered."
He spoke while looking at the woman in front of him.
Pan Qiuxiang was only wearing a thin nightgown, seemingly with nothing underneath, her alluring figure faintly visible, making Xie Fang's throat dry just at a glance.
Pan Qiuxiang's eyes were red, but she was relatively calm: "Sit down and speak slowly."
She turned and sat back down on the sofa.
