Zuo Hancheng, Wake Up (1)

Zuo Hancheng covered his abdomen with his hand. At this moment, other than his heavy breathing and his pale and blood-stained face, he could not pull the woman who was sitting in the driver's seat and going crazy.

"Anhao!" "You don't know how to drive. Don't do anything rash!" Zuo Hancheng called out to her."

Anhao noticed that he was covering his abdomen with his hand. He probably had injuries on his abdomen as well, apart from the gunshot wound on his shoulder. She didn't say anything and just pursed her lips tightly as she drove out of the parking lot. Although she wasn't driving very steadily, at least all the equipment in this high-end Maybach had automatic functions. At least she could still drive and recognize the direction.