"You deceived me and you were hurt." Ding Yiyi waved his fist in spite of his tears and made a grim appearance.

Ye Nianmo helplessly said, "I was really hurt, but my hand was a minor injury."

His eyebrows were wrinkled and his left cheek was painted. It didn't look like a lie. There was a rustle of cars on the ground behind them.

"No matter you." Ding Yiduo runs in the direction of the car, and before he has run a few steps, he hears the sound of his body crashing behind him.

In the hospital ward, cold drops flowed into the blood vessels along the pinholes. Fu Fengyi...