"Wh-what... what happened?"
After Xiao Yuan had spent some time recovering his senses, he immediately saw that the room was a complete mess.
His younger brother was sitting at the head of the bed, crying, while his sister was sitting inside the cabinet in front of him, rubbing her eyes desperately. He had no idea what they had been through, but they were trembling in terror. He himself was currently sprawled on the floor, his back aching terribly, his bones feeling as though they had come apart.
His female secretary, meanwhile, had collapsed while clutching her thigh. Blood from her leg had soaked through her stockings.
Several bodyguards were hiding outside the door, not daring to show even their heads. All he could hear were their voices:
"Sir, please, don't do anything foolish for love..."
"We understand all forms of true love. Qinggang has no discrimination, really..."
"..."
"What on earth happened?"
He turned around in bewilderment and saw Lu Xin sitting in a chair nearby.
Lu Xin was holding a gun, his head slightly lowered. Xiao Yuan couldn't see his face, but he could sense that he was deeply dejected.
"Master Lu... Master Lu, what happened?"
Xiao Yuan instinctively felt a splitting headache. He had just downed a bottle of brandy before suddenly jolting awake, and his head was still somewhat dizzy.
Seeing the room in such a state only caused another wave of panic to surge through him.
"Hm?"
Only after hearing him call out did Lu Xin seem to react. He slowly raised his head.
Xiao Yuan saw that he, too, seemed to need a moment to adjust before finally waking from his daze, his eyes gradually regaining focus.
"Don't call me Master."
Lu Xin glanced around, slowly put away his gun, and let out