"When did it happen?" Xiang Fengchen withdrew his gaze and pretended to continue treating Gong Banlan's wounds, his voice extremely low.
"Just before the lights went out, it was very chaotic, I was knocked down, and from my angle, I could only see many legs, I saw a pair of legs bleeding, and later I found out it was Zhang Songde, but on the way back I discovered..." Gong Banlan suddenly stopped talking, her face visibly scared.
"Who else have you told about this?"
"No one, I... I've only told you, I only trust you." Gong Banlan was very cautious.
Xiang Fengchen closed her clothes for her, then covered her with the quilt, "Good, remember, don't talk about this matter with anyone for now."
"I understand."
After all this, Xiang Fengchen stood up, left the room, and the time passed even faster than he had imagined, that stick of incense was about to burn out. Now everyone suspected there were ambushes in the yard, a ghost probably hiding there, so no one wanted to go back first.
