The man who was originally lying on the sofa slightly propped up his body, and the two men sitting beside him immediately came forward to support him, causing two heavy coughs to echo within the room.
This man is injured... that was Song Qiao's sole realization. Her eyes fell directly onto the man's black shirt. Although the room's lighting was not very bright, she could still vaguely see the shirt on his chest looked somewhat dark and sticky.
With her lips slightly pursed, Song Qiao remained silent. The man seemed to be severely injured. Although the villa was stocked with various kinds of medicines, Song Qiao was not a saint. Regarding these men who barged into her home unexpectedly and even tied up Yu Xia, she couldn't feel any goodwill towards them.
Even though she felt a bit of sympathy for the injured man just moments ago, it was only for a fleeting moment.
