In the hall, the floor was in a mess. Glass and porcelain pieces were scattered all over the floor. Cotton inside the pillow was flying everywhere. The tables and chairs were all on the ground.
It was as if his entire home had been ransacked.
On the second floor, a little girl was looking at everything that was happening below with a frightened expression.
A woman in pajamas was holding a knife in her hand. Her hair was a mess, and she was looking at the man opposite her with a ferocious expression. There were blood stains on the knife.
She glared at the man in front of her with hatred."Liang qixuan, tell me, who is that woman?"
Liang qixuan was wearing a shirt and a pair of trousers. His white shirt was stained with a lot of blood, and there was a long gash on his arm. Blood was seeping out and flowing down.
He looked at her with a tired expression."Are you done?"
