Ding junqi let go of Zhao fangyu, who had been under him the whole time. He staggered over and hugged Le Tian. Perhaps because he had used too much strength just now, his feet slipped when he carried le Tian, then, he carried her up.
After Ding Junqi carried her up, his snow-white clothes were already stained with the rotten mud here.
It was not because of Le Tian, but because he wanted to wake Zhao fangyu up.
Le Tian was carried by Ding Junqi and leaned against his arms that did not smell good. He did not even have the strength to say a word.
Ding junqi looked at Zhao fangyu who was lying on the ground. "It's still not too late to turn yourself in. No matter what the result is, I will bear it with you."
Zhao Fangyu was still lying on the ground and did not move. His entire body was suffused with extreme pain from being beaten up.
