What Has His Death Got To Do With Me?

The door hinges let out an ear-piercing sound. For the first time in her life, Feng Qing pushed open Feng Yuanzhou's study room. The moment she entered the room, a pungent smell of blood rushed to her nostrils. Feng Yuanzhou was lying on the ground. His entire body was dyed red with blood, and he was wailing weakly. When he heard someone enter, he tried his best to raise his head to look, but because of his wound, he did not raise his head in the end.

Although Feng Yuanzhou was seriously injured and was very weak, his ears were abnormally sensitive. From Feng Qing's footsteps just now, he could tell that the person who had come in was not Han Jintian. Just as he was curious about who had come in, he heard the sound of someone moving a chair.