At this moment.
Hospital.
Han Bing held her cell phone, her willow eyebrows tightly furrowed.
Among the people she knew, Qin Yu was definitely one of the stronger combatants, even capable of slaying Zhao Qilin.
But when facing Ye Qianzhong, it was like a primary school student fighting an adult, the gap was just too stark.
Gritting her teeth, she threw off the covers and got out of bed, hurriedly walking out of the ward.
She hated Qin Yu, but she didn't want him to die at the hands of another. After leaving the hospital, she got into a taxi, "To the Great Tang Estate!"
As the beloved jewel of the Han Family, if she interceded, Qin Yu would at most suffer some flesh wounds and not lose his life.
Below the stage.