Moh Yanchen, who was on the phone in the living room, heard her panicked screams and rushed into the bedroom. He bumped into the bathroom door and saw her fall to the ground.
Shen Chengjing's fair and attractive figure reflected in his eyes. Moh Yanchen gulped. His eyes turned red.
"Where did you fall? Does it hurt?" Moh Yanchen panicked. He took off his bathrobe to wrap her and lifted her up, carrying her in princess-style.
Shen Chengjing was in shock. She pointed out of the window in a panic. "Uncle, don't worry about me. Go take a look. Someone was peeking at me from outside the window."
It was scary even thinking about it. They were on the second floor. There was actually someone staring at her from outside the window. Could it be a pervert? Of course, ever since she was targeted by the assassin, she felt that things might not be that simple.
"Okay." Moh Yanchen carried her back to the room, pressed the alarm, then turned around and walked out.
