There was indeed a very large wardrobe in the room, and it was as Fu Lingfeng had said, prepared for the concern of an accidental situation occurring that would require formal attire.
Gu Nanqiao walked over, pulled open the wardrobe, and was about to take a dress when, in the moment she opened the door, a heavy object came crashing down towards her.
She was caught off guard, and the whole person was knocked to the ground by the heavy object, hitting the back of her head on the floor, and it took her a long time to snap out of it.
Once Gu Nanqiao regained her senses, her gaze slowly shifted to the heavy object pressing on top of her, and when she saw it clearly, her eyes suddenly widened with shock.
It was a person.
And it was not just anyone, it was... Xia Molan.
She smelled blood in the air, thick and unyielding.
