The extremely tired Tang Tang suddenly woke up, turned on the bedroom light, and noticed the silk quilt on the bed was neatly folded. The room didn't look like it had anyone in it.
But she didn't relax.
Her eyes fixed on the bathroom door, she swallowed hard, holding a knife, and walked over slowly.
She gently pushed open the bathroom door. A strong smell of blood hit her, causing her to frown. Her gaze fell upon a man with his eyes closed, disheveled chestnut hair, and gauze on his lower abdomen seeped with blood, lying in her bathtub. The clear water had already turned red.
Zong Zheng!
Who on earth is he?
How could he just come into her house like this!
The bathroom air was stifling. Isn't he afraid of getting infected?
No movement at all. Could he be dead?
Tang Tang, holding the knife, walked in slowly. A man that even Ye Gushen had to personally capture mustn't be an ordinary person!
She left the villa, and he immediately came to her apartment!
