Let Me Live off You

Lin Shiyu lifted her eyes, a good-looking face appeared before her eyes. "Jingtong, why are you here?"

It was Fu Jingtong.

Fu Jingtong held onto Lin Shiyu's narrow waist, carefully inspecting Lin Shiyu's body, checking if she had sustained any injuries. "Lion, I came to send you the score and noticed that you were in a precarious situation. Are you okay, are you injured anywhere?"

"No." Lin Shiyu shook her head.

"President, you're injured!" Bei Chuan's voice erupted over the chaotic scene.

Lin Shiyu turned her head around, spotting Fu Qinglun standing not far away from her. His right arm was lacerated with a bloody wound.

The blood was streaming down from his palm, falling on the ground, drop after drop.

The blood was a gaudy red.

Lin Shiyu glanced at the wine rack behind Fu Qinglun, her mind whirring as she figured everything out in an instant. He was the one who managed to push the wine rack away from her in the nick of time.