Shao Xinyuan rose from his chair so sharply it screeched against the floor. He strode toward her, everyone instantly mirroring his movement and rising to their feet.
"What do you mean, Old Blood?"
Zhaohe let out a heavy sigh, rubbing the back of her head. "I went out to get something for Wenzhi's food poisoning. When I came back…"
Her face tightened, "he was gone and there was blood on the floor."
Xinyuan's eyes narrowed.
"I panicked," Zhaohe continued. "Before I could leave, something hit me from behind."
She pressed her fingers to her temple. "I blacked out. But before I lost consciousness, I heard voices. 'Tell Youran the coast is clear.'"
"They bombed the place to erase the trail," Chenxi concluded, letting out a dark, bitter scoff. "Seems they finally got their hands on Wenzhi."
He directed the final words at Xinyuan, whose knuckles turned white as his fists clenched into tight balls.
