Upon hearing her words, Ning Yanan slowly raised her head. Her gaze was vacant, and her pale lips moved slightly. "He did it for me… Xuan, if he dies..."
"He won't! He's going to be fine!"
Seeing her like this, Qin Youxuan hugged her cold body tightly in fear.
"Yaya, it has nothing to do with you. Don't frighten me.
"Miss, the surgery won't be over for a while. You're all soaking wet, you have to change these clothes, or you will catch a cold," the housekeeper reminded them from the side.
Behind him, a line of bodyguards stands guard.
When the housekeeper suddenly received a phone call that Qin Youxuan was being targeted, he was so scared that he almost collapsed, mobilizing almost everyone in the private villa to rush over.
But they were still a step too late.
When they arrived, all that was left were three scrapped cars and Jiang Jinchen who had been shot.
