Zhugeqing fell to the ground and groaned with pain. For a while, he could not relieve the pain by covering the bloody corner of his mouth.

Xu nianhao took off his suit coat and put it on Fang MuQing, who was still in a state of panic. He held her shoulder tightly with a clear bone knot, and the cold on his handsome face still remained. How about "page"? What's the matter? "

Fang MuQing looks at Xu nianhao in front of her pale face, shakes her head, and her lips shake slightly. She wants to say something, but she is scared by Zhuge Qing just now and can't say...