Hearing Mu Guosheng’s words, Yu Luoluo’s empty eyes suddenly lit up. She sat up abruptly and grabbed Mu Guosheng tightly again. “He’s not dead, is he? He’s not dead?”
Seeing Yu Luoluo disregard the wounds on her body, Mu Guosheng’s heart ached terribly. “Oh my little ancestor, can you not do this? Lie down properly and I’ll tell you.”
Yu Luoluo obediently lay down again, but her small hands were still tightly holding onto Mu Guosheng. Her eyes were fixed on her, filled with urgency.
Seeing her daughter like this, Yu Qingzi could not help but sigh. “It’s all a sin...”
Mu Guosheng covered Yu Luoluo with a blanket before saying, “Cheng Chen is not dead. He’s still alive. He’s only seriously injured and is undergoing treatment.”
It turned out that when Shen Xinyi was about to shoot Yu Luoluo, Yu Luoluo was sitting on a chair. Her body position was very low. Therefore, when Cheng Chen stood up to take the bullet for her, the bullet did not hit his vital point, but it was very close.
