It was midsummer. Xia An returned home from work and put on her slippers.

This was a private room she had rented for 1,000 yuan. It was very close to the pet hospital where she worked. She even saved two yuan for the bus.

In this way, the extra salary could not only bear part of his father's medical expenses, but also allow his brother to continue to go to school.

Xia An was in a good mood.

When she finished washing up and lay down on the bed in her pajamas, the light on the bedside table suddenly went out!

The whole room was pitch-black.

The power is running out?!

Xia An's heart skipped a beat.

The electrical switch was downstairs. She was too lazy to change her shoes and directly opened the narrow wooden door.

Suddenly, a black shadow, like a ghost, jumped out of the narrow crack of the door, and his tall figure directly enveloped Xia An.

Xia An's gaze was fixed on a pair of ice-cold eyes that were devoid of any warmth. His eyes instantly widened and he was stunned.

"Ah! It's robbery..."

Before the last two words could come out of her mouth, the man stepped forward and covered her mouth. He shook his head at her, indicating that Xia An should not make any more noise.

Xia An held his breath. At this time, the barking of dogs suddenly came from the community, rising and falling one after another.

"Hurry up! Go over there and search! You must find the one surnamed Huo!"

"Good! Let's split up!"

Outside the door, there was the noise of men. Soon, it returned to silence.

Xia An was so scared that she was dumbfounded. Through the faint moonlight, she could see the person clearly. He was dressed in a formal suit, and his cold and hard lines outlined the wild male tension. His whole body was full of arrogance.

At this time, out of the corner of Xia An's eye, he suddenly saw a terrible wound on the man's leg.

"You... you're hurt?!" She suddenly forgot the fear she felt just now.

Seeing the concern on Xia An's face, Huo Yeming lowered his head and glanced at the injury on his leg. He coldly replied with a "hmm" and his fierce expression did not change. With his sharp senses, he made sure that there was no danger around him. He squeezed into the narrow room like a pavilion, nestled in the one-seater sofa that was less than a meter long, and lifted his trouser legs a little higher.

Xia An was a little anxious. "Your wound needs to be dealt with properly. Otherwise, if you are seriously injured, you may be crippled!"

"Then what should we do?" Huo Yeming raised his head, looking aloof and indifferent as he stared at the seemingly harmless little woman in front of him.

It was the first time he had seen someone more anxious than a patient.

Ever since his mother passed away, he had never seen anyone so concerned about him.

Being looked at by him like this, Xia An'an's pores seemed to be blocked in an instant, and she couldn't breathe smoothly.

"Wait here. I'll go downstairs to buy some medicine," Xia An said.

However, the moment she turned around, her wrist was suddenly grabbed by a force. The feeling of being dislocated made her face turn pale, and even her breath seemed to stop.