Gui Yuan pushed her away with one hand, "You don't need to worry about it."
"Stop pretending to be strong," Qiao Xiguan went over again, grabbing his arm, "still trying to look cool when you're like this!"
"And whose fault is that!" Gui Yuan said irritably.
Qiao Xiguan felt a pang in her heart.
If Gui Yuan had also run, perhaps she would be the one injured.
She bit her lip, "Or maybe, you should just sell the antique to me."
Gui Yuan felt like he was going to explode with anger, did this woman have any conscience at all? He was practically dying, and all she could think about were the antiques!
At this moment, the police came over and asked what had happened, "What's going on?"
"Someone tried to steal my bag, he helped me, and then they started fighting, and the thief ran away," Qiao Xiguan deliberately concealed the truth.
