The moment Jiang Nanyan's hand touched the vase on the coffee table, Qing suddenly turned the dagger in his hand over and stabbed it hard into his right chest!
Jiang Nanyan had no time to react. She stayed there, looking at the dagger on the chest of the man in green. The hand that stretched out to grab the vase quickly retracted.
As she retracted her hand, the vase spun twice on the flower table and fell to the ground with a loud "snap". The porcelain pieces were broken and the plum blossoms inside were scattered all over the floor.
Water also flows everywhere.
Qing's chest, with the dagger stuck in it, was seeping with blood, and soon his clothes were stained red.
Jiang Nanyan never thought that the man in Tsing Yi would actually stab himself with a dagger![
Her face turned pale in an instant, and she was stuck there, with her eyes wide open and her mouth half-opened, looking at the shocking red patch on his chest in horror, unable to recover.
Blood!
So much blood!
what to do?
what to do?
We have to stop this man’s bleeding!
Otherwise, if the bleeding continues like this, he will soon die from excessive blood loss!
Jiang Nanyan came to her senses, and like a headless fly, she looked around on the low couch, trying to find something to stop the bleeding of the man in green.
However, there was nothing on the low couch. She searched for a long time and found nothing that could be used to stop the bleeding. She could only sit there and stare.