When Qiao Lian finally somewhat recovered from the shock, she saw Shen Liangchuan stagger unsteadily.
She rushed forward to steady him and looked again at the fruit knife that had been plunged into his chest.
Although the knife blade was buried in his body, she felt a sharp pain as though her heart had just been pierced.
"Shen Liangchuan…" her lips quivered as she spoke nervously, then she saw him slightly raise his eyebrows.
Qiao Lian felt like she had completely fallen apart, not knowing what to do.
At this time, Auntie Li walked out of her bedroom and into the living room. Seeing the situation, she was scared into a stupor. "My god! Sir! Sir!"
She rushed forward anxiously.
Perhaps it was her sharp voice that made Qiao Lian snap back completely. Suddenly, she came back to her senses and shouted, "Hurry! Call 911!"
The knife was plunged into his chest and if it had punctured his lung… or if it had pierced his heart…