Yang Haitao pushed her away violently, causing her to crash into the table beside her. She felt her waist hit and immediately cried out, " where did these bandits come from? why are you still standing there? why don't you come in and drive them away? "
Tang Ji 'an put one hand in his pocket and slowly appeared in front of him. "Mother Shen, who are you chasing away?"
Yang Haitao quickly carried song Xuan and ran out. "Ji 'an, I'll leave this place to you."
When Tang Ji 'an saw song Xuan, who was on the verge of death and covered in sweat, he couldn't help but feel his heart suffocate.
This was indeed the blood-related kinship between siblings that could not be cut off. Even if he warned himself to hate this person, seeing her in pain, he still could not help but care for her and feel the pain for her.
"Hurry up and send her to the hospital." He nodded.
Yang Haitao held the person in his arms and ran out.
