Eleven PM.
Qiao Yuxian left her room, took the elevator down two floors, and pressed the doorbell at the end of the hotel corridor.
After ringing the doorbell for a while with no response, Qiao Yuxian knocked on the door.
Only on the third knock did she hear a sound, and the door opened.
As soon as the door opened, Qiao Yuxian acted directly.
But the person inside didn't react at all, just got hit by her once.
Qiao Yuxian didn't expect Yan Ting not to fight back, so she used more force than intended.
Her fist landed on him, and she felt him stagger backward.
Startled, she hurried into the room.
She saw Yan Ting leaning against the wall, slightly hunched, looking at her with displeasure.
Qiao Yuxian saw sweat on his forehead, and his lips were colorless.
There were faint bloodstains on the left shoulder of his clothes.
"What happened to you?" Qiao Yuxian kicked the door closed, looking shocked.
