"I'm not hurt." Luo Ying shook her head and buried her head in Lu Zhao's arms. "Just take me home."
The effects of the drug hadn't completely worn off, but she felt very safe in Lu Zhao's arms, and she subconsciously snuggled against the man's body.
Lu Zhao picked her up and strode out of the door.
"Xiao Ting, clean this place up," Lu Zhao said coldly and kicked Lin Su to the side.
Lin Lu's legs had long given way. She helplessly sat on the ground.
Her brother lay motionless. His face was pale and he did not seem to be breathing. She didn't know if he was still alive.
Luo Ying's eyes fell on Lin Lu.
Lu Zhao met Luo Ying's eyes and slowly said, "I won't let them off."
Luo Ying shook her head. "I don't care about them. I only care about you."
Just as Luo Ying was about to say something, she felt her vision go black and she fainted.
