The person was none other than Ouyang Xiu.
Ouyang Xiu's face was deathly pale, with a bandage wrapped around his forehead. From the forehead, a streak of dried red blood had slid down, smearing most of his face and finally splattering onto his white fur coat. The white fur coat was the same, one patch of red here, another patch of red there, looking quite alarming.
It was like a crime scene. Ouyang Xiu didn't know if it was from losing too much blood or from being frightened. His legs were weak and powerless, as he was half-dragged and half-pulled inside by a middle-aged man.
Not until the two entered the villa did An Lan withdraw her gaze. She looked at Huo Zhanting with astonishment, "What... how did Ouyang Xiu become so miserable? What happened, did he finally get beaten up?"
After asking, An Lan realized she was asking a pointless question. Huo Zhanting had been with her all day; how would he know about something she didn't?
