It was Lu Huaiyu's older brother.
Lu Yuxiao.
Shen Li heaved a sigh of relief and took a step back.
Lu Huaiyu's brows were tightly knitted, and he seemed to be hugging her tightly instinctively, refusing to let go.
She said in a low voice, "Second Brother, I'm not leaving."
He finally loosened his grip, but he continued to hold her hand tightly.
Shen Li felt a little pain from his grip, and the pain seemed to spread all the way to her heart. Even when she breathed, her chest ached.
A car's headlights suddenly swept over!
She seemed to have sensed something and turned around.
A familiar black car was speeding towards them!
She closed her eyes and looked at Shi Yang.
He was lying on the ground, his body covered in blood from multiple gunshot wounds.
The scarlet blood had already soaked through his clothes and silently spread under his body.
There was almost no sound.
"Shi Yang."
