It was a girl who looked to be about 16 or 17 years old. Her clothes and hair were in a mess. She held the quilt tightly and stared at Fang Xing in horror. Fang Xing took a step forward and she stepped back into the bed. She stared at Fang Xing in horror when she found no place to retreat. Tears kept rolling down her cheeks.
Fang Xing stood rooted to the ground almost instantly. After a long while, he lowered his eyes and turned to walk out of the door. The commotion here was so loud that the guards of the mansion would soon charge into the room. He didn't have the energy to waste on others.
Just as he was about to walk out, Fang Xing suddenly felt the corner of his shirt being pulled by someone. He turned around in surprise, only to see that the woman who had been shivering against him
