"An Ran." Wen Yu's heart jolted with shock, and she quickly peered inside through the small window on the railing above the hidden room.
The horrifying scene that met her eyes sent a chill down her entire body.
In just half a day, Ning Anran seemed to have completely transformed into a different person.
Her face was pale, her whole body trembling, breaking out in a fine sweat.
Her hair had already completely come undone, looking utterly disheveled.
Looking closer, her shoulders and legs were weakly dragging on the ground, as if severely injured.
"An Ran, how are you? It's Mrs. Wen, look at me."
Wen Yu called out several times, but Ning Anran merely lifted her head mechanically and then lay back down on the floor.
"Quick, open the door."
She was anxious, and couldn't help but urge the brother there.
The brother hesitated a bit: "This... without Mr. Xiaojiu's orders..."
"It's Mr. Xiaojiu who sent me here, I'm just taking a look at her, isn't that allowed?"
