Originally, she just stood quietly at the door and stared at the elegant courtyard. However, a painful growl suddenly came from inside. Although it was soft, it was so abrupt in the silent night.
Qiao An's expression changed instantly. She couldn't care less about hiding her identity. She quickly ran to the door and pounded on it. "Brother Xiaoran, what's wrong?"
Strangely enough, the facial recognition function of the door automatically activated and the door was brushed open.
Qiao An froze for a minute, then ran inside.
Inside, the smell of alcohol was strong. A few empty wine bottles were scattered on the ground. There were also wine bottles lying on the ground, flowing out.
Huo Xiaoran was curled up on the ground with a fruit knife beside him and a few deep bloody marks on his arm.
Qiao An stared at the pool of blood in shock. Her body went limp and she fell to her knees.
