"Chu Yilai was hit by someone?"
Xiao Jinghuan was stunned for a while when he heard the news after breakfast.
"Yes."
Jin Changning nodded.
"How did you get hit?"
" In the underground garage, Chu Yilai was knocked away by a motorcycle when he got off the car. He suffered a concussion and has yet to wake up."
When Jin Changning said these words, his expression was extremely solemn. If the previous situation had been worse, Huanhuan might have ended up like Chu Yilai.
Xiao Jinghuan frowned, and an idea suddenly came to her mind. She quickly pulled a tissue and wiped her mouth.
"What? You're not eating anymore?"
"I'm full. Where's my phone? It seems to be in the room. Um, Brother Changning, can you help me hold it?"
When she lifted her head sweetly, she looked especially cute.
