Rong Shengsheng's tears couldn't be stopped, like a river breaking through a dam, "President Li, can't you give him some medicine?"
Li Hanxian was behind her, his expression indifferent, his eyes hollow and pitch-black as he coldly curled his lips, "Why should I?"
"After all, he is Young Master Lan."
"And then?"
Rong Shengsheng was stunned, Li Hanxian's cold-blooded and ruthless demeanor was terrifying to her, could there be a day when he would treat her the same way?
Suddenly, she felt a stabbing pain in her chest.
She nodded understandingly, "Would it work if I knelt down and begged you?"
Saying so, she bent her waist and knelt down.
Li Hanxian gazed down with his cold eyes, his stern face showing no trace of emotion, his thin lips barely lifting in a mocking laugh.
He closed his eyes, resigned to say, "Some of you, go get some medicine, help Lan Xiyu with his wounds."
"Yes, yes, yes."
