He Miao worriedly dried her body, quickly put on her clothes, and rushed out of the bathroom.
As expected, Onion was no longer in the room.
He Miao opened the door. The cold wind from the corridor blew on her damp skin. She could not care less about the cold and rushed downstairs.
The bloodstains in the living room made her eyes red. She widened her eyes and glared at the people who were looking at each other. "Where is Onion?"
Aunt Liu looked at the floor that was stained with blood in disgust. She straightened up and said, "If you don't look after your own dog, how would we know?"
"Are you sure?" He Miao narrowed hereyes dangerously and looked at the obvious bloodstains on the tip of Aunt Liu's shoes. She asked coldly, "You better tell me the truth. Where is Onion?"
