She lay on the ground, crying out in pain.
Ren Jiannian left, and Jian Shichu wanted to leave as well.
Just as he was about to go, he heard a weak moan from the hospital bed.
He instinctively turned around.
Xiao Wei had already rushed over: "Anan, you're awake."
Xiao An slowly opened his eyes, stared at him for a moment, and weakly moved his lips: "I'm not dead?"
"You're not dead, not dead, how could you be?" Seeing Xiao An's weak state, thinking of his three broken ribs and one leg, Xiao Wei's eyes turned red, "The scourge lives for a thousand years, even if I die, you won't."
Xiao An frowned: "What are you talking about? Spit, spit, spit!"
Xiao Wei smiled with tears in his eyes, "Alright, spit, spit, spit, may the bad be in vain and the good come true!"
"Young Master?" Xiao An moved his eyes and saw Jian Shichu, struggling to get up, but was held down by Xiao Wei.
