It was quiet on the second floor in comparison to the chaotic scene at the banquet hall downstairs.
In the corridor, the maid who had shown Huo Yao to the room was lying on the ground with a pool of drying blood under her body. Judging from the condition of the body, she had probably died ten minutes ago.
"She was killed with a single shot." Zhuo Yun could tell at a single glance how she died.
Huo Yulin's face looked terribly dark as he squeezed his hands. He could not imagine what happened to his little sister.
When he encountered kidnapping previously, he lost all hope and he could never forget that feeling in his life.
"She isn't as frail as you think." Min Yu detected Huo Yulin's concerns and spoke calmly.
"I know," replied Huo Yulin softly.
He already knew his little sister did not look as harmless as she appeared. All this time, he simply pretended not to know.
