"How can this be considered a small injury?"
Ye Qingwan glared at him and said in a stern tone.
"Does it have to be a serious injury?"
Ye Qingwan's heart ached so much that tears were about to fall.
"Brother Shi Mo, you mustn't be so rash next time."
No one expected this.
Gu Shimo actually climbed into the hitman's truck.
Ye Qingwan couldn't help but feel scared.
Fortunately, Gu Shimo was nimble and quickly subdued the killer.
If anything happened in the middle…
Ye Qingwan would definitely collapse.
She held Gu Shimo's hand carefully and spoke softly.
"Brother Shi Mo, I'll take you to treat your wound first."
Gu Shimo retracted his hand.
"It's alright."
He was secretly annoyed. Why didn't he notice the scratch and hide it in time?
He had made his Wanwan worried.
Wanwan, where are your shoes?"
In order to avoid her repeated requests, Gu Shimo changed the topic.
His gaze fell on her instep.