So much blood... How deep must the wound be?
Su Ying had just been taking a shower, clearly uninjured, so the injured person... was it Han Jingnian?
Xia Wan'an turned her head sharply, scrutinizing the floor carefully, then she saw behind the sofa, a trail of blood drops leading to the door.
The corridor of the 101 Clubhouse was carpeted with dark colors. After leaving the Qinyu Building, Xia Wan'an bent her head low, searching intently on the carpet for a good while before finding the bloodstains. She followed them, and eventually stopped in front of a door to an underground warehouse.
So, was Han Jingnian inside this warehouse right in front of her?
Thinking this, Xia Wan'an reached out to push on the warehouse door. It wasn't locked, but it wouldn't budge, obviously blocked from the inside.
The waiter who had been blocking Xia Wan'an from entering had followed her the whole way.
