Jiang Ruolan immediately resisted the urge to spit on his face. A knife appeared in her hand out of nowhere, screaming as she slashed at the person in front of her while resisting.
Wei Donghai jumped off the bed and tried to run. Jiang Ruolan immediately rushed out of bed, ignoring her naked body. She yanked the door open the moment Wei Donghai ran out of the room.
However, the moment she raised the blade, that blurry face turned clear. It was … Xian Zihao!
"Ruolan, it's me!" Xian Zihao's eyes were filled with anxiety and anger, just like the time when he broke into the basement of that bar. Jiang Ruolan's hand stiffened, but it was already too late to stop.
Xian Zihao's face paled and his tall figure slowly fell to the ground before her eyes.
"No! No no no. No! Zihao! Zihao, please don't die. Wake up!" Jiang Ruolan screamed loudly as she crouched down and hugged his bleeding body that was gradually turning cold.
