A few people were returning, with Liang Zhi Chen carrying the frail Shu Yu on his back, Liang Haoming and Liang Yixuan lifting the stretcher bearing Third Brother Liang Shujun, while Dong Huiying clutched a rope in her palm, dragging the wailing Zhu Xingfang along like a dead dog.
That person really had a tough life, clearly having sustained numerous injuries and already resembling someone half-dead, yet still had the energy to curse non-stop. But Dong Huiying had become too lazy to pay attention to her, warning herself internally!
From now on, she needed to be more careful!
Otherwise, if she really lost control of her short temper, there was no telling what kind of terrible trouble she might cause one day.
"Dong Dabao, I admit, it was my fault. Considering our past relationship, can't you let this go without making things so tense?"
