Lu Chengzhou walked over to check Rong Qi's injuries. He furrowed his brows and said, "Shen, Rong Qi… she needs to rest now."
Lu Chengzhou's words were as good as saying nothing at all.
Ye Nanshen, his eyes a deep crimson, remained silent. In a swift movement, he swept Rong Qi off her feet and carried her to the car.
Gu Ziye hurried to the driver's seat and started the car. In the backseat, Ye Nanshen held the unconscious Rong Qi in his arms. His eyes narrowed as he looked at her furrowed brow. A chill flickered across his cold, steely face. "Rong Rong, wake up," he urged softly.
Ye Nanshen's finger lightly poked Rong Qi's cheek as he called her name, his tone laced with worry.
Gu Ziye floored the accelerator, making a beeline for Clearcreek Mansion.
"Rong Rong, wake up. I've avenged you; don't scare me." Ye Nanshen's patience was wearing thin. He reached out to tilt Rong Qi's jaw upward, leaning in to give her a kiss.
