A whirlwind of thoughts flooded Xingyu’s mind, until one dominated all others: *Could she have actually shocked him into passing out? Shen Lingjun’s complexion had looked terrible just a moment ago.*
Feeling uneasy, she walked to his door, turned the handle slowly and softly, and peered through the crack. The room was dark; not a single light was on.
Xingyu stepped inside, found the wall switch, and clicked on the warm wall lamp, scanning the room.
Chapter 165