The scream drew attention from downstairs.
When Cheng Fang rushed in, what he saw was a man lying in a pool of blood on the big bed.
Rong Moyong had already removed his coat and knitted sweater, leaving only a white shirt on his upper body.
At that moment, he was clutching his abdomen, a knife still implanted, blood was incessantly bubbling out, his hands were covered in blood, and the white shirt was almost entirely dyed red…
At first glance, it was shocking.
"Damn!"
Cheng Fang was utterly shocked; he hurried over, "Miss Duan, quickly call for an ambulance!"
Dressed in pajamas, Duan Fei shrank into a corner of the wall, her small face panicked and frightfully pale.
Hearing this, she seemed to come back to her senses and hurriedly reached for her phone.
Her mind was blank; she was trembling so much that she couldn't even dial 120, but finally managed to press it. Just as she connected, a bloody hand stretched out in front of her, grasping her phone.
