The villa's escalator was luxuriously made, devoid of much human presence, possibly because the time people had lived there was relatively short, lacking a sense of life.
Qiao Xiaren ascended the stairs, striding vigorously toward the innermost room. The following bodyguard had no choice but to lead the way, opening the door to Yin Xiaobai's room.
Qiao Xiaren's presence was so sharp he truly feared the woman would kick the door in.
Inside the room, there was nothing unusual; it was just very warm.
The two went straight in and saw Yin Xiaobai sleeping peacefully on the bed, seemingly unharmed.
"Xiaobai, Xiaobai?"
Wang Yi thought she had been drugged, as Mu Nian didn't seem like a good man from start to finish, at least in his eyes.
Qiao Xiaren gently touched her forehead to check, relieved to find it was only slightly warm, presumably due to a fever.
"Xiaren, look at her..."
