Thump.
Just as Jiang Xing's words had fallen, another bullet pierced through the rear window and shot in.
"Get down."
But this time, because the little girl's body was somewhat resistant, the speed at which she ducked slowed, and the bullet grazed Su Xuan's skin leaving a long trail of blood.
"Are you alright?" the girl asked worriedly.
Thump.
But Su Xuan didn't even have time to answer before another bullet came flying. Su Xuan pushed the girl down again, and this time he didn't dare let her go, his hand stayed on her back, afraid another bullet might come through.
"It's no good, there are bullets, if I let you go, you might get hurt," Su Xuan said worriedly.
"I don't need your care, just let me go, I'd rather die than be like this."
"Rogue, let go of me," the little girl shouted again in desperation. Su Xuan had no choice but to let her go.
