"Who said I don't know?" Jiang Xiaorou's voice became louder, she even stood on tiptoe, because she was much shorter than Shen Yancheng: "That potted plant was enough to kill me. If it hadn't been for you, I might have died."
Jiang Xiaorou's voice gradually weakened.
"Are you alright?" Jiang Xiaorou looked at Shen Yancheng with concern.
He really was good, always appearing by Jiang Xiaorou's side when she needed him.
"I'm fine. Spend more time worrying about yourself. Someone wants you dead, it seems TM Group is not safe anymore. I suggest you stay at home and don't go anywhere, and I'll come to pick you up this afternoon." Shen Yancheng turned to leave.
Jiang Xiaorou's eyes fell on Shen Yancheng's back. He never uttered a word, even though blood was leaking on his back and his shirt was stained red. Yet all he cared about was Jiang Xiaorou's safety.
Shen Yancheng, aren't you silly? You're definitely the silliest, silliest fool in the world, only caring about others.