The commotion lasted until the sky started to brighten; only then had Jiang Yang finished handling everything.
This night, Su Luo didn't sleep well.
She repeatedly recalled the old man attacking her, sensing an inexplicably familiar feeling.
But upon trying to remember more carefully, she found she couldn't recall anything, and her head began to throb slightly.
Damn it!
The more she thought, the more her head ached.
Her body's self-protection mechanism prevented her from continuing to think about it.
When Wei Shu woke up from his hangover, his head was also in pain.
But as soon as he opened his eyes, he noticed the unusual atmosphere in the residence, with significantly more people patrolling the courtyard than before.
He summoned Jiang Yang to come in, and then he heard about last night's attack on Su Luo.
"Was she injured?"
