Tong Ran's grip on the railing loosened, and it creaked as if about to break—
Bang!
The door to the room was kicked open, and when Chen An rushed in, he saw the mess everywhere. In fact, he had heard the noise when he was coming upstairs, and he strode over, "What's going on?"
"Chen An..." Tong Ran's voice was hoarse, feeling a growing pain in her lower abdomen. She clenched her teeth tightly, "Don't let him jump down..."
Chen An rushed to the window, brushed past Mo Nanjue's shoulder, but the man showed no significant reaction, just stood there motionless. Chen An was startled, quickly reaching out to grab Tong Ran's arm, "Hold onto me!"
Tong Ran's back was in sharp pain, her legs weak, "I... I don't have the strength..."
"Hold on!"
Chen An reached down with both hands, pulling hard to lift Tong Ran up. She was powerless, almost being held in by Chen An, "How do you feel?"
Tong Ran covered her lower abdomen with her hand, blood staining her skirt red, "It hurts..."
