Xiao Yan was disfigured.
The moment Jiang Dongcheng fell, he picked up a porcelain shard from the floor and viciously slashed it across the face of Xiao Yan, whom he had pulled down with him.
A gash so deep the bone was visible made Xiao Yan forget the pain in her face. She trembled all over as she stared at her reflection in the shard, unwilling to believe it.
The old maid beside her reacted quickly, helping Xiao Yan up, pressing something clean against the wound, and rushing her to the hospital.
As for Jiang Dongcheng on the floor, the two of them never gave him a second thought, not even sparing him a single glance back.
There wasn't a single servant in the house. Xiao Yan had driven them all out, leaving only the old maid she had brought from the Xiao family.
Lying on the floor, Jiang Dongcheng could clearly feel the blood flowing from his head.
'I think I'm probably going to die.'
