Su Ran was taken away by the police.
Luo Ying and Lu Zhao returned to the car. The wound on Lu Zhao's arm was not deep, but it had bled a lot, dyeing Lu Zhao's clothes red.
Luo Ying used the first aid kit in the car to stop Lu Zhao's bleeding. Her eyes were filled with grief.
"Does it hurt?" She pressed an alcohol cotton pad on Lu Zhao's wound.
Lu Zhao reached out and ruffled Luo Ying's hair. "I'm fine. Better me than you."
Luo Ying felt a little guilty. She had caused Lu Zhao to get hurt, over and over again.
"Don't take such risks in the future. I'll fight your battles," Lu Zhao said.
He regretted not getting rid of Su Ran sooner. Luo Ying had almost been injured.
Luo Ying was a little sheepish. Lu Zhao had seen her and Su Ran's confrontation just now.
"Was I very fierce just now? I'm sorry. I won't be like this in the future," Luo Ying whispered.
