Luo Chen was already panicked, for in the past three years, save for that incident with the terrorist attack, Mr. Qin had never been injured!
If the old man found out, their countless heads might not suffice!
"It's nothing, just a minor injury."
Staring into her sparkling black eyes, the fury that had consumed Qin Sijue moments ago vanished into thin air, replaced by a hint of pity.
Luo Chen looked up, feeling aggrieved, Mr. Qin, what you call a minor injury could cost us numerous heads!
He didn't even know how to explain this to the old man!
"But..." Gu Qiangwei instinctively reached out to touch him, but as soon as she touched his sleeve, her pale hand was immediately stained with blood, and her voice trembled even more.
"So much blood, go to the hospital quick!" Acting on impulse, she grabbed him and hastily headed towards the black Lincoln!
And for some reason, the tears that had ceased were now falling harder than before.
