An Ziqing kept standing at the door, observing the surroundings.
She was very sure Jia Luo had arrived.
But Jia Luo had not yet shown himself.
Something seemed to have fallen on the wall.
An Ziqing narrowed her eyes slightly and walked over cautiously.
It seemed someone was lying there.
She crouched down and turned the person over.
An Ziqing's eyes widened, "Butler Yan!!"
The butler pointed at something, seemingly wanting to say something, but he was full of blood, spitting out mouthfuls, "Young master... be careful..."
"Butler Yan!!" An Ziqing crouched down, held his arm, and shouted anxiously.
Ling Chuan heard An Ziqing's voice and immediately ran out, "An Ziqing!!"
Seeing An Ziqing was alright, Ling Chuan breathed a sigh of relief, came over, and upon seeing the butler lying on the ground, Ling Chuan was somewhat taken aback.
"Butler!!"
Butler Yan reached out and grabbed Ling Chuan's hand, "Young master! Be careful... he's here... be careful, young master!"
