Di Mingjue didn't speak. He just watched Gu Qibao with extreme coldness, his deep eyes akin to a freezing cold pool. Cold light swirled from the depths of sight, seemingly extinguishing all hope bit by bit and turning into soul-chilling coldness.
"Young Master, your hand!" The driver exclaimed in surprise, staring at Di Mingjue's bleeding right hand. The blood had stained the wheelchair and his trousers, and all the car windows were shattered.
The driver became so scared that his legs went weak. He quickly fetched the first-aid kit from the front seat, relieved that they had one in the car.
The car trailing Di Mingjue also halted. The car door opened, and Nangong Yue, Nangong Jin, and Di Mingchen all alighted, closely followed by Nangong Ran and Di Jinxuan.
Mingchen had brought along a military vehicle that also halted, making for a slightly grand scene.
"What happened?" Di Mingchen frowned and moved forward.
