It's no wonder Ruan Lan was so angry. Whether man or woman, everyone should be responsible, yet Xu Lai clearly wasn't!
...
On the day before Ruan Tang's birthday, a physically and mentally exhausted Ruan Lan, wearing a mask and sunglasses, finally managed to shake off a crowd of reporters. She cautiously returned home, letting out a long sigh of relief.
As for Ruan Tang's daughter, Yiyi, Ruan Tang had been asking her secretary or her sister, Ruan Lan, to handle pickups and drop-offs for the past few days.
Opening the front door, Ruan Tang was startled. The living room was thick with the smell of blood, and there, sitting cross-legged on the floor, was Xu Lai, completely covered in it. It was impossible to tell if he was dead or alive.
"Xu Lai!"
Ruan Tang jumped in shock, dropped her briefcase, and ran over. She checked his breathing and found he was still alive.
Just then, Xu Lai's eyes fluttered open. "It's not my blood. I'm fine."
