Bai Ruozhu was startled at the sight; was this truly her Senior Fox whom she knew?
He looked as if he'd been fished out of a blood pool. His handsome face bore several deep cuts where the flesh had turned outwards. That was not all—his sleeves hung limply at his sides!
"Huilin, how are you?" Meng Liangshen rushed forward, his voice choking. He reached out to grab Xu Huilin's arm, only to find his hand grasping at an empty sleeve.
Meng Liangshen slumped despondently onto the bed's edge. "Who on earth did this!"
Suddenly, like a trapped beast, he roared in fury, appearing as if he would tear the room apart, while Bai Ruozhu and the others couldn't help but shed tears.
"Master, please don't be agitated; we must first find a way to save the Young Master," the steward implored with tears.
Meng Liangshen's rage abruptly subsided; he seemed like a deflated balloon, his countenance despondent, wrinkles deepened, appearing suddenly years older.
