Rong Shaoze pulled her body over and rested his head on her shoulder, gently smiling, "I'm fine, just a minor wound."
The two bodyguards in front exchanged a glance, their eyes carrying a strange expression.
A flicker of worry passed through Lin Xinlan's heart, and she raised her hand to touch his body, "Where are you hurt? Let me see."
The man caught her hand, holding it in his palm, and shook his head slightly, "No need to look, it's nothing serious. I'm just a bit tired, let me lean on you for a while."
Lin Xinlan stopped moving, but her worry persisted.
She remembered that when she fell and the bullet was shooting towards her, Rong Shaoze had hugged her and dodged it. Then he carried her as they fled, not knowing whether his body was hit by any bullets.
Just as she was thinking this, a strong scent of blood wafted to her nose.
Her expression changed slightly, she sniffed, and indeed, there was the smell of blood.
