"Wow... wow..."
Outside the restaurant, Li Huizhen, overwhelmed by alcohol, crouched on the ground, vomiting as if turning the river upside-down.
Looking at her emaciated body, Lin Fan just stood there, smoking a cigarette in silence.
After all, even though she had just defended him, it didn't mean that the wounds she had suffered could heal instantly. It was only when she suddenly collapsed onto the ground that Lin Fan quickly stepped forward and picked up her barely hundred-pound body.
"Ah!"
Looking at Li Huizhen's gaunt face, which had grown much paler than it had been two months earlier, with her formerly plump cheeks now sunken in, it was clear that she had not been living well.
At this moment, she lay unconscious in Lin Fan's arms, entirely limp. He couldn't just leave her there, so he had no choice but to place her in the backseat of the car, step on the gas, and the Range Rover roared away from the restaurant.
"What now?"
