"Baici!"
Hua Yue Yu excitedly called out and rushed over.
The quarreling people also stopped, their gazes scrutinizing Lin Baici and his group.
Bang!
Hua Yue Yu didn't stop; when she was one meter away from Lin Baici, she leaped onto him in a flying tackle.
"Wuwuwu, I was so worried about you!"
Hua Yue Yu hugged Lin Baici tightly, feeling his body warmth.
It was the living Baici.
Thank goodness.
"Who else is with you?"
Lin Baici patted the female broadcaster's back, turning to look at Yi Jisheng, who was approaching.
His clothes were tattered, and he had bandaged wounds on his body. Although Yi Jisheng looked bedraggled, he was in good shape.
"Little Yi!"
Hua Yue Yu rubbed her tears on Lin Baici's body. "Thanks to him, otherwise I would have been dead or disabled!"
"Thank you!"
Lin Baici expressed his gratitude seriously.
He had actually noticed long ago that Hua Yue Yu's clothes were quite neat, clearly Yi Jisheng had taken all the hits for her.
