I'm running out of breath!
Despite his intelligence, Xu Xingchen was just a young man who had barely turned eighteen. He was instantly terrified by the scene before him, at a loss and utterly distraught.
What should I do?
Bystanders all looked at them with inquisitive eyes, and the way they looked at Xu Xingchen was tinged with fear.
Xu Xingchen's face was covered in blood, and the woman's mouth was bloody as well. Now that she was unknown whether alive or dead, who could tell if it wasn't this man's doing?
Xu Xingchen always felt that there was more to the situation. He picked up Tong Qingyan and ran desperately to his new master Jiao Peng's residence. As soon as he entered, he laid Tong Qingyan on the long bench without even greeting Jiao Peng.
Jiao Peng was startled—she had just left, bouncing with life, and not even half an hour had passed; how had she come back horizontally?
Xu Xingchen, in a panic, blurted out, "Master, is it backlash?"
