Song Qingwan felt completely confused and couldn't respond immediately: "What...?"
Before Lu Junhan could reply, she suddenly lowered her gaze and immediately saw the bright red blood still dripping incessantly from his pale fingertips!
The winding blood trails covered his distinctly articulated hands, with fingertips stained in blood, making it look extra terrifying.
Song Qingwan's pupils suddenly constricted. In that instant, her mind went completely blank, devoid of any ability to think.
Her lips trembled several times, speaking in a shaky voice: "You... did you... did you do something to Li Li?"
"What's wrong?"
Xu Ciye and the old man walked over at this moment.
The old man glanced at the kitchen, then saw her bloodless face and frowned tightly, asking in a deep, authoritative tone: "What happened?"
Lu Junhan frowned slightly, continued to wipe the blood from his hands and said indifferently: "It's noth—"
"Li Li!"
