The disturbance in the neighboring room had gone on for some time, and Xu Xiuxiu's heart had been lodged in her throat for just as long; she had not fallen asleep the entire time. Staring at the white mosquito net above her head, she remained dazed until Song Yuanhuan finally threw Li Tiezi, whose arm had been dislocated, out and said, "Open the door." He walked to the main house's exterior and knocked on the door.
Startled, Xu Xiuxiu quickly got up, turned on the light, and opened the door, only to see Song Yuanhuan standing at the doorway, his face clouded with gloom.
"Is it taken care of?" Xu Xiuxiu asked, her body leaning out of the door to see that there was no longer any trace of others outside.
Song Yuanhuan stared intently at Xu Xiuxiu in front of him, his heart in turmoil because of the words Li Tiezi had just imparted, yet his exterior remained undisturbed. His tall and straight figure carried an air of danger as he moved into the room.