"Ah…" Han Chuxue cried out in pain as her consciousness returned in a flash. Looking at Zhao Dong, tears streamed down her face, but only for a second before she lost consciousness again.
Downstairs in the villa, Han Qingtian ambled over with a cheerful laugh and called out, "Chuxue, come down and have dinner with Zhao Dong!"
However, there was no response. Han Qingtian paused, puzzled. He had clearly seen Zhao Dong carrying Han Chuxue into the villa earlier. That's my granddaughter, alright. She certainly knows how to seal the deal. But why wasn't anyone answering?
Han Qingtian searched the first floor but found no one. Frowning, he climbed the stairs to the second floor. As he reached the top of the landing, he heard a sound that seemed slightly off. Puzzled, he walked to Han Chuxue's bedroom door, and in the next second, he saw the scene inside.
