Lu Jingchen and Song Qiao arrived at the door at this moment and immediately saw Ning Wan standing there holding a dagger amidst the chaos.

Song Qiao was shocked to see the glass shards all over the floor and Ning Wan, and she broke free from Lu Jingchen’s large hand that was holding hers, and rushed in, anxiously shouting, "Wanwan..."

Ning Wan hadn’t expected to see Song Qiao here, and instinctively took a step forward, "Qiaoqiao..."

As she noticed the glass and ceramic shards all over the floor, Song Qiao saw that Ning Wan’s foot was about to step on them and quickly said, "Wanwan, don’t move... Don’t move yet, look under your feet, it’s all shards, you might accidentally get hurt, don’t move recklessly..."

Even Xi Mohan, who was standing there with an indifferent expression, felt his breath tighten as he saw her lift her foot, about to step onto the shards, and his complexion worsened.

Ning Wan heard Song Qiao’s words and did indeed stop moving.

Facing Xi Mohan, she felt quite unsure, as she had never managed to understand this man, especially after his behavior earlier, which dropped her heart to rock bottom.

At that moment, she felt that escaping from Xi Mohan’s grasp wouldn’t be easy, even though he had lost his memory, yet Ning Wan felt that the amnesiac Xi Mohan was even more terrifying than before.

Song Qiao noticed that Ning Wan was still holding a knife, and her heart hadn’t settled yet. She took a deep breath and cautiously said, "Wanwan, put down the knife first... That knife is so sharp, what if you hurt yourself later? Wanwan, put it down, I’m scared looking at it..."

Ning Wan heard Song Qiao’s words and instinctively was about to put down the dagger, but when her gaze landed on Xi Mohan standing beside Song Qiao, she immediately raised her hand again, shook her head, and firmly said to Xi Mohan, "I want to leave, if you don’t let me leave, it’s imprisonment."

She can’t stay here now; she needs to hurry back, or the things she had worked so hard to hide for so long would soon be exposed to the public.

A thin line formed on Xi Mohan’s lips as he remained silent, his face expressionless, maintaining a cold demeanor with unreadable emotions behind his gaze focused on Ning Wan.

Song Qiao directly faced Xi Mohan, clenching her teeth as she spoke, "Xi Mohan, you already have a girlfriend now, Wanwan has nothing to do with you, keeping her here isn’t good for either you or Wanwan. Furthermore, if your current girlfriend finds out Wanwan is here, what if she does something to hurt Wanwan?"

Xi Mohan slanted his head to glance at Song Qiao and said, "Here with me, she’s probably safer than anywhere else."

Song Qiao: "..." Are you sure you’re not being sarcastic?

Ning Wan standing there turned pale white hearing Xi Mohan’s words.

Lu Jingchen, who had been standing at the door, walked in, stood beside Song Qiao, glanced at Ning Wan, his expression unfriendly.

But it wasn’t the kind of anger one might expect, more like displeasure.

Earlier, his wife had shook off his hand for Ning Wan, giving him a sense of dissatisfaction.

After all, it made him feel like Ning Wan held a higher place than him.

He reached out to clasp Song Qiao’s hand tightly once more, then looked at Ning Wan across from him and said, "Put down the knife first, let someone clean this up, if you want to leave, I can help you."

Lu Jingchen’s tone was calm, devoid of emotions, just like an ordinary conversation.

Xi Mohan instinctively looked at Lu Jingchen, his brows furrowing, evidently displeased.

Ten minutes later, Ning Wan sat on a sofa in the living room, barefoot with her feet resting on a stool nearby. Song Qiao sat beside her, looking somewhat distressed, watching the female doctor clean the wounds on her soles.

Ning Wan had her feet injured by shards in the bedroom, though the wounds weren’t deep, there were many, with four or five cuts, looking rather frightening.

Lu Jingchen sat beside Song Qiao, while Xi Mohan took a seat on a single sofa nearby, his expression unpleasant.

Lu Jingchen glanced at Xi Mohan, his voice low and slightly hoarse as he said, "After all, Ning Wan is Qiaoqiao’s best friend; it’s better to have her at my place."

After a pause, he added, "Moreover, Fang Qing is your girlfriend now. She’s probably already upset because of this incident. If Ning Wan stays here, it’s bad for everyone."

Upon hearing Lu Jingchen’s words, "Fang Qing is your girlfriend now," Ning Wan’s eyes lowered, with a flash of pain briefly crossing her gaze before turning bewildered.

Xi Mohan looked at him with a blank expression, not insisting on his viewpoint any further, but his face showed increased coldness as he stood up saying, "If you want to take her away, just do it."

With that, he stepped towards the stairs leading to the second floor with a semblance of frustration.

Xi Mohan’s sudden departure was completely unexpected; Song Qiao instinctively turned to Lu Jingchen, her lips moving before she asked, "Could it be... Is Xi Mohan angry?"

Lu Jingchen lowered his gaze to Song Qiao, warmth filling his eyes as he smiled and lightly tousled her hair, murmuring, "Probably... Maybe... Should be... Angry."

Song Qiao was puzzled; furrowing her brows, she genuinely couldn’t fathom why Xi Mohan was angry.

Ning Wan, getting her foot treated, remained silent with her lips pursed, not showing any emotions; just her hands in fists suggested she was enduring the pain of her feet.

The female doctor meticulously removed the glass shards from her soles without much anesthesia during the whole process, visibly painful, but Ning Wan didn’t utter a sound.

Once the wounds were treated and bandaged, the female doctor stood up and addressed Ning Wan, "The wounds have been treated, here’s medicine to heal them quicker, try not to get them wet, or they may easily get infected."

Ning Wan raised her head, politely thanking the female doctor, "Thank you."