Qiao Yu's entire leg was under the motorcycle, and his face was pale with pain and cold sweat. He wanted to tell Qiao Yue to run and ignore him, but the pain made him unable to speak.
Seeing this, Qiao Yue immediately stopped the motorcycle and ran to Qiao Yu. She lifted the motorcycle and held him in her arms, "Fourth brother, how are you?"
At this time, Qiao Yu was in so much pain that he was barely conscious. He forced his eyes open to look at Qiao Yue, and the worry in the other's eyes made him suddenly want to reach out to touch the other party and tell him that he was fine, but his body was in so much pain that he had no strength.
The cars that were chasing after them surrounded them. Qiao Yue protected Qiao Yu in her arms, and the girl also squatted next to Qiao Yue and curled up into a ball, clutching her sleeve tightly.
