He was fickle, but he was a good person.
"Hey, you'd better go to the hospital. Although I love my two hundred thousand, I can't stand to see you like this. Wen Ran's five million went down the drain, and you need to remember our kindness later," Han Yeze thought of the soaring odds and almost had a heart attack.
Those bastards who bet on Shen Mingyue winning must be celebrating.
The result of the gamble was almost without suspense now.
"What five million?"
Shen Wanxing asked in confusion.
"There was a private bet on who would rank higher between you and Shen Mingyue."
"Miss Shen, I need to clean your wound now, which is going to hurt."
After washing the wound with pure water, it was time for alcohol disinfection.
"Mmm."
He Xizhou extended his hand toward her. Shen Wanxing's eyes, watery, looked at him and finally reached out with her left hand to tightly grasp his sleeve.
"Ah..."
The sting of the alcohol caught her off guard, and she cried out, eventually biting her lip.
