Lu Fengxuan turned her head; her focus was solely on Qin Sen's injuries, not noticing Lu Xingye's rather awkwardly averted gaze.
Only Amu by her side curled his lips, complaining once again about how his young master's personality had become increasingly perverse.
Even kindergarten kids didn't indulge in such sneaky peeks anymore.
"Mr. Wa, how is Qin Sen's injury?" Lu Fengxuan asked anxiously.
Qin Sen had taken a bullet for her, and if his injuries were severe, she would be overwhelmed with guilt.
Wa Jun and the others had witnessed the scene from atop the broken building, and as soldiers, what they admired most in their bones was loyalty.
Wa Jun said, "Fortunately among the misfortunes, the bullet that hit Mr. Qin avoided the internal organs and didn't cause major damage. However, he has lost a lot of blood and it would be best to get him to the hospital as soon as possible for recovery."
