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The incident of Xu being slowly pushed down the stairs was a sensation back then, Smussen remembered, but he didn't deliberately remember what day it happened, his handsome eyes narrowed, and an ominous premonition suddenly rose in his heart, turned around, and looked at Xu Muting's gaze, before he could speak.

Upstairs, a scream broke the lively atmosphere of the hall.

Xu Muting's face was also not good, and the two of them strode upstairs at the same time.

The scene was extremely chaotic, the ceramic vase on the side of the entrance of the second floor was also broken, and the figure of Xu slowly lay on the ground silently in a pool of blood, his hair covering his cheeks, his eyes were closed, and there was faint bloodshot on his forehead.

"It's her, she's the one who pushed—"

On the third floor overhead, a girl wearing an old but clean dress fell to the ground, pointing at another pale girl present, and screamed as she spoke.

Smusen's thin lips were pursed tightly, and his eyes swept sharply towards Liang Wan'er and Jiang Yansheng, who were also 14 years old, the two held each other, and everyone hurriedly made a way, Xu Muting didn't care about who was being held accountable, and without saying a word, he slowly strode downstairs holding the unconscious Xu.

Liang Wan'er's voice was still screaming, as if it would puncture someone else's eardrum.

Smussen frowned, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a tall gentleman figure in the crowd, and his eyes only stayed on Huo Xiumo for a few seconds before he was attracted by a door at the end of the corridor on the second floor.

Hoshmer appeared, and Smussen knew the end, so he didn't stand up.

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Pei Tong didn't practice the piano, she was in a daze for a while, and suddenly heard someone screaming outside, and she was still making a commotion, she sat restlessly, hesitated for a while, or pushed the door out to see.

Facing Smussen walking over, his expression didn't look very good, Pei Tong said in a worried tone: "What's wrong?" ”

Smussen's tall figure blocked her vision, and his tone was low: "Something's wrong, I'll send you home." ”

The Xu family will be in chaos, and it is not appropriate to let her stay in the room alone, Smussen's eyes swept to the sorrow between Pei Tong's eyebrows.

She's always like that-

But he couldn't make her happier.

If something happens to the host's family, it's really not good to continue to stay here.

Pei Tong nodded and said, "Then, then my gift will be left in the room, and I will trouble you to talk to Miss Xu later, okay?" ”

Smussen didn't tell her the truth, and the two made their way to the staircase.

The scene on the third floor was still holding on, there was a faint quarrel, and then for some reason it suddenly fell silent, only the girl's soft sob.

Smussen escorted Pei Tong downstairs, looked up, and saw Huo Xiumo slowly walking in front of Jiang Yansheng in a spotless suit, and seeing that her palm-sized face was pale and about to lose its blood, the gentleman stretched out his slender hand.

Jiang Yansheng's gaze followed the light refracted outside the window, the crowd around her seemed to have become a static background, her tearful dark eyes stared at the young man who was close at hand, his face was cold, but his pupils were warm, and the halo softened his handsome face, giving people a low-key and unassuming feeling, and he could easily let go of his defense.

Her thin white fingertips pinched the hem of her skirt and slowly loosened it, trembling, and placed it in the man's warm palm.

"Did someone fall?" Smussen's trance was pulled back by the gentle female voice on the side, and he looked down to see Pei Tong's face also began to turn white, staring at the blood stains all the way up the stairs.

Xu Muting slowly ran downstairs with Xu in his arms, and naturally there was blood dripping along the way.

"Don't be afraid."

He followed Huo Xiumer's example and held out his hand to her.