The bedroom reeked of cigarettes and alcohol.
Nan Zhi pressed the switch and the dark room became bright immediately.
Qiao Yanze, who had been injected with a tranquilizer, had fallen asleep.
The bodyguards carried him to bed.
His forehead was bleeding from knocking against the wall, and the red liquid made his thin and haggard face look slightly frightening.
Nan Zhi could not help recalling the shock when she first saw Qiao Yanze in Ning City.
That devilish handsomeness, unruliness were full of charm.
But the person lying on the bed now…
A lot of stubble had grown out from his jaw, there were dark shadows under his eyes and there was barely any flesh on his thin face.
He looked distraught, disheveled and haggard.
Seeing Qiao Yanze looking like that, Madam Qiao leaned over the bed and cried. An Feng also cried silently, with tears sliding down her cheeks.