Shen Manru frowned imperceptibly. What was going on tonight? Xiao Yu had come home and greeted her, only to rush off to the Bai family again.
And her complexion looked rather poor.
Her son hadn't come back with Qiaoqiao—what exactly had happened?
Then there was the matter of her son's heroic act.
Though such conduct was commendable, as it concerned her own son, even knowing he was skilled, Shen Manru still felt afraid.
Gu Qiaoqiao obviously had no intention to spare a thought for Shen Manru's feelings. She nodded to Chu Chengfeng and then retreated to her room.
As for Chu Chengfeng, he was acquainted with both Mr. Qin and Mother Qin, so there was no need for her to play hostess.
Gu Qiaoqiao entered the bathroom, treated the bloodstains on her down jacket, wiped it again with clean water, and then hung it on the balcony of the small living room.
The night had been chilling and harrowing.
