Auntie Guan was so scared that she hurriedly crawled away until she reached the stairway, only to stumble up and roll down the stairs.
When she saw the imposing figure at the bottom of the stairs, Auntie Guan's legs gave out.
When Fan Shaoming heard footsteps and turned to see Auntie Guan, he pinned her down with a gaze as sharp as a knife's edge. She trembled in place, neither daring to go back upstairs nor to walk past Fan Shaoming, caught between going up and heading down.
The situation on the first floor wasn't what Auntie Guan had anticipated; the bodyguards were nowhere to be seen in the hall.
The young master hadn't followed the lady's orders.
Upstairs, Su Xiaoyue approached Bai Qi, who was also exhausted from running. His face was swollen like a fermenting bun. Zhou Jingyun really went all out, hitting her own son with such severity.
His lips still bore dried bloodstains, likely from continued bleeding.
