Song Sifan paused, looked down at the cat, and said, "Don't kill me. It's not a good deal. If you kill me, you won't be able to escape. I already told you, my house has very good security."
He was right, this deal wasn't worth it, but the cat still pushed the dagger forward a little, the sharp blade cutting through the skin, and blood immediately flowed down his neck, into his clothes, staining his newly changed T-shirt red.
Song Sifan kicked open the door to the next room, ignoring the wound on her neck, and placed the cat on the bed without stopping.
He then touched his neck, his hand covered in blood.
His face was slightly pale, but his tone was steady, "Rest for a while, call me if you need anything."
After saying that, he went out.
When the servants saw the bloodstains on his clothes and saw him clutching his neck with blood still seeping from between his fingers, they were so frightened that they turned pale and knelt in a row in the corridor.
"Sir, you...you're injured..."
“She’s not dead,” Song Sifan said. “Get the doctor here, all of you get downstairs and don’t disturb her rest.”
The servants hurried downstairs.
As Song Sifan walked up the stairs, she pressed her neck tightly. Due to excessive blood loss, her vision was becoming blurry.
He sat on the sofa downstairs until the doctor rushed over and knelt down to treat his wounds.
"Fortunately, no arteries were damaged, but you have still lost a lot of blood. Sir, you should take some medicine."
"Prescribe the medicine," Song Sifan said.
After the doctor prescribed the medicine, he said with some concern as he left, "Sir, since you're not going to be hospitalized or have stitches, you must be careful not to get the wound wet and try not to turn your head."
Song Sifan didn't seem to have listened to the doctor, but she let him leave.
He didn't go upstairs again and really let the cat rest. Moreover, he was very relieved, knowing that the cat wouldn't make a fuss.
If he's around, the cat will make him uncomfortable, but if he's not around, she'll treat him very well.
He picked up his computer and looked at the news portal. There wasn't any particularly interesting news, especially about cats. He had already arranged everything, whether it was about the film crew or the company.
He handled the events of that night very cleanly.
The only problem is that Mu Jin is looking for the cat everywhere, and she's already found him.
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