Chapter 70 Let the An Family be Buried with Them

Compared to Zhou Jin'an lying on the hospital bed, Ding Hao's injuries were a complete mess.

His eyes, although not as swollen as Zhou Jin'an's, were hardly any better.

Especially that handsome face he was so proud of, now looked like a pig's head.

Those unruly lips, split and swollen, resembled sausages.

One arm was bandaged and hung around his neck, and a net-like bandage was wrapped around his head.

In this state, he looked as if he had just returned from a battlefield.

With a mix of mockery and tragic heroism.

Qiao En did not recognize him at first sight.

But An Kexin, she had sharp eyes.

"Ding Hao, you and Jin'an were classmates, how could you go so far? Look at what you've done to his eyes!"

Ding Hao didn't look at Zhou Jin'an, because he saw Qiao En.

She held a cotton towel in her hand, standing right beside Zhou Jin'an's bed.

"Come with me."

Limping on one leg, he strode forward and grabbed Qiao En's arm.

Just then, Zhou Jin'an grabbed Qiao En's other arm.