"Take the person to stop the bleeding. Then lock them up," Su Rong said calmly.
The Eagle had only hit the gunman's arm, so there was no danger to his life.
And the thug wasn't Wu Runzhong.
As soon as the wedding banquet ended, Yan Ye took Lian Xinying away.
In fact, this wedding was nothing but a setup.
There was hardly any joy on Su Rong's face, just as Lian Xinying had seen through the fake bride on stage from a single glance.
"Yingying, are you scared?"
On the way back, Yan Ye noticed that Lian Xinying remained pale, so he asked with concern.
At the sound of the gunshot, Lian Xinying's body had trembled.
She had been frightened.
After hearing Yan Ye's voice, Lian Xinying nodded dully, "I'm worried about my mom."
"Don't be afraid. Xu Houdong isn't someone to be trifled with. Even if the Eagle hadn't acted, his men would have subdued the thug," he reassured her.
