**
Half an hour later, Jiang Yaoyao arrived at the Southern City villa.
Escorted by a servant to the bedroom, Duan Fei was still sitting on the sofa in a daze, wearing only a nightgown and covered in blood on her hands and body.
"Feifei!"
Duan Fei raised her head, and when she saw Jiang Yaoyao, her pent-up emotions surged, and she burst into tears with a sob.
"What happened? Are you hurt anywhere?"
Duan Fei shook her head, unable to speak.
Sister Juan, who was standing by, hurried to explain, "Miss Duan was just frightened. I told her to wash her hands and change her clothes, but she wouldn't listen and has been sitting here since earlier..."
"Alright, I understand. I'll stay with her."
Sister Juan nodded and left the room.
Jiang Yaoyao began to comfort her, "It's okay, Feifei; don't be afraid..."
"Yaoyao," Duan Fei finally spoke, "I killed someone, what should I do, I killed someone..."
"No, no, hasn't he already been taken to the hospital?"
