She spotted a woman sitting on the sofa with her hair done up in a high bun, wearing a nude-colored strapless gown, her makeup was delicate, and her expression was full of rage.
It was indeed Zhou Yunong.
But her hands and feet were both bound with phone cords, and her mouth was stuffed with a wad of tissues, looking somewhat disheveled.
No wonder there had been no response despite banging on the door for ages.
Mo Weiyi walked up to her, shifted her gaze from her face, scanned the wine glass on the coffee table, and the broken glass on the floor next to it, along with the leftover tea leaves...
The whole lounge was filled with a faint scent of air freshener, devoid of any particular odors that might linger after "certain activities," nor were there any suspicious traces to be seen.
Mo Weiyi's tightly clenched fingers slowly relaxed.
"Princess," Zhong Kai hurried over, "I didn't have a chance to tell you earlier, but actually, Mr. Xiao is already okay..."
