Quan Jingwu glanced at the person lying in the stairwell. A mocking sentiment flashed through his deep-set eyes, "I'm glad you're all right."
The implication was that he didn't care whether Song Xirou lived or died.
Quan Yifei rushes down the stairs and quickly helps Song Xirou up. Scratches and swellings blemished her previously pale face while shocking traces of bright red blood stained her lips—it was a horrific sight.
"Xirou, are you all right?"
Although Quan Yifei didn't think highly of Song Xirou at the moment, the latter was a guest at their house after all. If something were to happen, it would not be good.
With squinted eyes, Song Xirou's blurry gaze locked onto the figure above. His indifference towards her, whilst his mind was occupied by another woman, Jian Qing, stirred feelings of resentment and hatred in her.
"Yifei, Jian Qing didn't mean to…"
Barely able to finish her sentence, Song Xirou fainted.
