Although Xiao Zuo was not as calm as Da Zuo, he was seldom as flustered and confused as he was now. In an instant, Qiao Yanze realized that something was wrong. Did something happen to Cen Xi?
Standing up from the chair, Qiao Yanze's eyes were sharp. "What happened?"
"Miss Cen, she…" Xiao Zuo thought of what he had seen when he asked the attendant to open the door and could not help feeling nervous. "Miss Cen is bleeding a lot."
Qiao Yanze's expression changed and said nothing else, striding towards the suite next door.
Pushing the door open, the blood in Qiao Yanze's body froze when he saw the woman, who was sprawled on the bed with her legs hanging by the bed, her face soaked in a pool of blood.
His face turned pale, as if his soul was taken away by ghosts, and he was enveloped in extreme unease and fear.
"Young Master, Miss Cen…" Da Zuo also saw the scene in the room.