Lu Jingchen walked straight to Song Qiao's side, wrapped her in his arms, patting her back, "It's okay, don't be afraid, I'm here."
For no particular reason, Song Qiao just felt a deep discomfort in her heart, probably because it was the first time she had seen someone die in front of her.
Holding Song Qiao, Lu Jingchen directly looked at Nan Moyan and said, "Take care of things here. I'll take her upstairs to rest."
Nan Moyan instinctively nodded, but then realized and said to Lu Jingchen, "Do you know which room is the guest room?"
"I don't know."
"You don't know and still want to go up directly?"
"Can't you have someone take us up?"
Nan Moyan, "..." Damn it, he really wants to punch him.
...
In the guest room on the second floor, Song Qiao was cradled in the man's arms, her whole body almost curling into a ball, looking quite pitiful.
