At this moment, the noise from above gradually subsided, and soon, three men dressed in black descended from upstairs.
"Miss Jian, as per your orders, that room has been completely trashed." The man leading the trio informed her.
Jian Qing nodded lightly, then turned to the burly man in black who was gripping Xiang Cheng, "Release him."
"Yes." The man in black immediately let go, and Xiang Cheng, in agony, fainted, collapsing limply onto the ground. His clothes were soaking wet with cold sweat, and he appeared as if he had just been fished out of water.
The scene was incredibly pathetic.
A rapid rush of footsteps echoed from outside, causing Jian Qing's eyebrows to raise slightly as a flicker of triumph coursed through her gaze.
"Chengcheng, Chengcheng."
The voice arrived before the person did.
An Man rushed in, her neatly combed hair slightly disheveled, her hands shoving aside the servants obstructing her path, her face marked with urgency.
