Luo Qiangwei rushed to Mo Shiche's side and saw the thick blood oozing from his chest. Her eyes immediately reddened with urgency as she trembled to support him, "You, how are you... Does it hurt a lot...?"
Mo Shiche's head hung slightly, his teeth clenched, as if one could hear the sound of flesh turning inside the chest cavity. His dark eyes lifted hostilely towards Yan Chu and coldly spit out two words, "Coward."
Aim specifically for the place where he was injured.
Yan Chu's eyes turned cold, and he subconsciously wanted to raise his hand again, but Luo Qiangwei looked up at him and urgently said, "Ah Chu, his car is just outside. Take him out there; he definitely can't walk now..."
Cary him?
Yan Chu paused slightly, then pursed his lips and said, "Weiwei, wasn't his car accident because of Sheng Miao? You really don't have to..."
Luo Qiangwei interrupted him, very anxious, "His wound is bleeding now; he must get to the hospital immediately."