Ning Qing stood up and sprinted over.
She knelt on the ground, wanting to hold Lu Shaoming, but dared not touch him. A large amount of blood was flowing from his forehead along the outline of his handsome jawline.
"Shaoming!" Ning Qing's tears fell like beads from a broken thread, and her little hand trembled as she touched his cheek. "Shaoming, open your eyes and look at me."
Hearing the girl's call, Lu Shaoming opened his eyes with some effort.
Before Ning Qing could feel happy, Mu Yunfan, who had already gone mad, put his car in reverse. He stepped on the accelerator again and rushed towards them.
Ning Qing shrank back in terror and her small hand touched the ground, she touched a gun.
The gun Lu Shaoming had thrown away.
Ning Qing picked up the gun and slowly stood up, pointing the muzzle at the Mu Yunfan in the car.
