Ye Zhilu, severely injured, lay limply, falling into a coma. The RV's chair was lowered, turning it into a makeshift sofa bed.
With a bang, Li Qiyu closed the RV door, shutting out what he had just seen. Was he really that afraid she would hurt Ye Zhilu?
"Do you really have to handcuff me? After all, I am indeed a murderer now! Aren't you afraid of what I might do?"
What was that heart attack feeling about?
Leike didn't actually have someone bring out the handcuffs: "Mrs. Beitang's body, even if you really commit murder or arson, we wouldn't dare to wrong you. Get on the car."
Li Qiyu closed her eyes tightly, got on the bodyguard's car, and with her eyes closed, her world was bathed in blood red. She gasped in shock, belatedly filled with fear, her whole body trembling violently. She was alone in the back seat, hugging herself tightly, the flesh on the back of her hand deeply lacerated and turned inside out, with a lot of blood having flowed, now already coagulated.
