As soon as she returned to her room, Shi Qian immediately locked the door. She pulled out another chair and pressed it against the door, pulling the table knife that she had secretly hidden out of her sleeve.
The knife scraped the skin on her wrist. She immediately raised her hand and blew on the scraped skin. She placed the knife on the table at the head of the bed and quickly looked through the entire house.
There was a separate bathroom in this room, and it was on the side facing the sunlight. From the looks of it, it was the master bedroom.
'This isn't Arthur's room, is it?'
She glanced in the direction of the door and pulled out a bedside table to block it.
Although she knew that all of this was futile, it would also give her some psychological comfort.
That night was destined to be a sleepless night.
Fortunately, she had slept for a long time after being shot with the anesthesia, so she was not very sleepy.
