Song Qinghe was in the middle of his thoughts when suddenly a shadow fell over him.
He frowned slightly.
Yan Yue briskly lifted the blanket covering his legs and with one hand pressing down on his arm, deftly unbuttoned his coat with the other.
"Yan Yue!" Song Qinghe warned in a low voice.
Looking at the bloodstains on his white shirt, Yan Yue calmly said, "Boss Song, you're being a bit too brave."
When Scarface Man lunged at Qin Shuang with a knife, He Zhiyao, who was the closest, reacted the fastest.
But Song Qinghe had also nervously stood up from his wheelchair.
As a result, the wound that had been healing reopened.
All this time, his complexion hadn't changed in the slightest.
He still had the demeanor to watch others.
Song Qinghe pushed her hand away and said, "Fine, let's go."
Yan Yue walked behind the wheelchair, ready to push him away.
