When Gu Jinzhi shouted like that, the servants in the bedroom were so frightened they barely dared breathe. They hurriedly set down what they were carrying and streamed out.
Carried along by the crowd, Li Wei followed them out the door in a daze.
But the moment she stood in the hallway, she came to her senses.
Wait a minute! Why the hell am I coming out?
I've already confessed my feelings, and you're telling me to leave the stage?!
Once she figured this out, she halted, nimbly spun around, and slipped back into the room with a whoosh.
The moment she entered, a muffled ka-thump sounded behind her.
The heavy wooden door of the master bedroom swung shut, and she had no idea which servant had been so "thoughtful."
Now, only the two of them remained inside.
Li Wei's old face felt slightly warm, and her acting instantly went offline.
However, during that pause, she also got a clear look at Gu Jinzhi's condition.
He was wearing nothing but a pair of black athletic shorts. His bare upper body, knees, and calves were mottled with bruises, and some areas were still covered in dried blood scabs.
At that moment, he sat on the edge of the bed with his back to the door. He held a porcelain bottle in his left hand and was struggling to reach behind his shoulder with his right, his movements stiff and difficult.
"Uh..."
Li Wei was a little dumbfounded. How had a noble young master managed to reduce himself to such a sorry state?
When the driver had said he was badly injured, she hadn't really grasped it.
Now that she was seeing it with her own eyes, she couldn't help feeling a little sympathy.
Unfortunately, that little bit of sympathy didn't even