The most seriously injured should be Yin Shixiu.
Chen Lan closed his eyes, as if he could see that black Audi coming toward them with the dark aura of death.
When he opened his eyes again, his back felt cold.
Yin Shixiu lay on the hospital bed, his eyes covered with white gauze, his neck wrapped in a heavy neck brace, with faint traces of red blood visible on the left side of his neck.
One phone call after another, Mr. Bill on the other side knew they had a car accident halfway and quickly dispatched someone to greet them.
This made Chen Lan have a different view of Mr. Bill, who was rumored to be difficult to deal with.
Fortunately, the big boss was out of life-threatening danger, otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
The Big Ben struck twelve times, and Chen Lan tiredly put down his phone. He had almost finished the confidentiality work after the accident.
