Lu Yao had just approached the bed when she suddenly heard a heavy set of footsteps. She turned around in surprise, and the door was kicked open abruptly. Lu Yao was utterly shocked, hastily grabbing a thin blanket nearby to cover herself. Chu Lin rushed in, resembling a lion in a fit of rage, imposing and fierce. Lu Yao was frightened. With a rough shove, Chu Lin pushed her aside, looking at the unconscious Lin Jingsheng, suppressing his anger and refraining from slapping the woman.
"What did you do to him?" Chu Lin asked angrily.
Lu Yao's face was pale. She was a very beautiful and charming woman, even without makeup, her skin could clearly reflect light like water—a kind of enviable good skin. Unfortunately, at this moment, she trembled like a falling leaf, obviously extremely scared. She hastily looked towards the door but saw no one. The person who was supposed to protect her was no longer there, and Lu Yao retreated in fear.
"I didn't do anything."
