Pushing the door open, he saw the room filled with water. He found Mo Hexuan standing dazedly in the bathroom, holding Qin Youxue, and was quite shocked. "Third Young Master, what happened to Miss Qin?"
"She's dead..." Mo Hexuan replied blankly, his gaze fixating on the small fruit knife in the bathtub. His whole body felt cold.
"Dead?"
The Butler was also frightened and widened his eyes. He trembled as he reached out to check Qin Youxue's breathing. "She's not dead, Third Young Master, Miss Qin is still breathing!"
"Breathing? Yes, yes, quickly call 120..." Mo Hexuan was at a loss, completely losing his composure, "No, don't call 120, quickly call Ji Chuyun! Tell him to head to his research institute! I'm going there right now!"
He held Qin Youxue, ready to rush out the door, but in the next moment, he was pulled back by a chain. His eyes turned blood-red as he looked at the chain tied to Qin Youxue's ankle, and in that moment, he wished desperately to tear the chain apart!
