After confirming that the person outside the door was Zhao Dong, Meng Jiao felt panicked.
In any case, Zhao Dong is also a man with a family. What is the difference between her acting like this and a mistress who destroys other people's marriages?
Meng Jiao began to regret it. It was true that she had a good impression of Zhao Dong, but if she intervened when there was a misunderstanding between the two, even if she defeated Goddess Su, it would probably not be a glorious thing, right?
But now Zhao Dong is outside the door, and she can't pretend not to hear.
After hesitating for a moment, he slowly opened the door and asked, "Why are you back so soon and your relationship with Goddess Su has broken down?"
Zhao Dong explained, "No, I haven't had time to talk to her yet."
Meng Jiao was flustered for a while, "We haven't talked yet? Then you... saw that text message?"
Zhao Dong scratched his head, "What text message?"
This time it was Meng Jiao's turn to be surprised, "Then why are you back?"
"I want to borrow a car from you. I have to go out to run some urgent errands. I can't get a taxi at this time."
Meng Jiao didn't ask anything, grabbed the car keys and threw them away, "Be careful on the road."
"good!"
Watching the car lights go away, Meng Jiao felt relaxed at first, and then a little disappointed, as if she had a five-flavor bottle knocked over in her heart, and she didn't know exactly what it felt like.
...
The message was sent by Liu Ran and contained only one sentence, "Brother Dong, I seem to have killed someone..."
Zhao Dong didn't have time to ask for specific details, so he asked for the address and hurried over.
He drove all the way, and there weren't many cars at night, so he got there in only twenty minutes.
As a result, when he knocked on the door, the room was quiet.
"Liu Ran? Are you at home? It's me, open the door quickly!"
He banged the door hard several times, but instead of calling Liu Ran out, he woke up the neighbor next door.
The man was wearing pajamas and asked in a bad tone, "It's so late at night, what's going on at your house? You've been working all night and you can't let anyone sleep?"
Zhao Dong sensed something was wrong from his tone, so he apologized quickly and was worried about how to open the door, when Kong Yue hurried over.
She was covered in sweat and asked hurriedly, "Brother Dong, why are you here?"
"Liu Ran sent me a message, what about you?"
Kong Yue took out the keys and explained, "Forget it, she was crying on the phone, and I couldn't hear what she said clearly."
The security door opened, Zhao Dong signaled, and rushed into the room ahead of him.
As soon as he entered the room, he noticed something was wrong. There was a faint smell of blood in the air.
In an instant, his whole body tensed up!
Kong Yue was already screaming, "Ah, Brother Dong... there is... there is... blood!"
Zhao Dong looked in the direction of Kong Yue's finger, and there was indeed a pool of blood on the back of the sofa, which was quite large.
At the same time, a slight cry for help came from the direction of the bedroom. The sound was neither loud nor quiet, and it was particularly clear in the empty room.
Kong Yue subconsciously shrank behind Zhao Dong, her face turned pale with fright.
Zhao Dong grabbed a vase and carried it in his hand, then walked towards the bedroom.
He called the door, "Kong Yue, are you in there?"
No one answered.
Zhao Dong tried to open the door, but the door was locked from the inside.
It was quiet in the bedroom, not even the sound of struggling could be heard.
Zhao Dong gave Kong Yue a look, raised his foot and kicked the bedroom door violently.