A series of hurried footsteps approached, and several bodyguards clad in black and wearing sunglasses rushed over. Seeing the scene before them, they looked at each other, at a loss.
The butler Zhou hurried in, his soul nearly flying out of his body in fright. He quickly approached and forcibly took Little Crybaby from Ning Xia's arms, examining her from head to toe. His voice already carried a sobbing tone. "Young master, are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere?"
His gaze then fell on Little Crybaby's tender neck, where there were several bloody scratches, and blood was slowly seeping out. His complexion turned deathly pale in an instant.
When his gaze shifted to Shi Jiayin, who was lying unconscious on the ground, it was as if all his strength had been drained from him, and his limbs went so weak that he almost couldn't stand.
Little Crybaby was crying, and whether from excessive shock or because of weakness from an injury, his head tilted and he passed out.
"Young master!"
