Xiao Han thought about claiming it was his bedroom, but seeing the firmly closed door, he gave up on the idea; clearly, Su Muqing was not going to give up the room.
He sat dejectedly on the sofa, watching television, but from his eyes, it was evident that his attention wasn't on the television at all.
A woman barged into the room, and upon seeing Xiao Han, she couldn't help saying, "You're still in the mood to watch television? There's been an incident."
"What happened?" Xiao Han was somewhat confused.
He grabbed Li Wenwan's hand and his face changed color instantly when he saw a streak of blood on it.
"Who hurt you? Is there poison in this?" Xiao Han's expression turned grave, surprising Li Wenwan.
"I don't know. A student at Tianyang University died, and when I went to investigate, I was attacked by a shadow. The attacker moved so fast that I couldn't make out what the shadow looked like," Li Wenwan said, her expression somber.
