Shang Meng... or rather Shang Muxue!
How dare they lay hands on Qianxun!
Gu Liancheng's fists clenched so tight that his veins bulged.
If he had felt even a shred of pity for Qianxun before, now he would absolutely not let the Shang family off the hook!
...
With a roll, Eleven, who hit the corner crashing into discarded wood, woke up amidst the pain of a stab wound in her arm.
The anesthetic was slowly losing its effect.
The more it hurt, the clearer her consciousness became.
The first person she saw when she opened her eyes was him...
Jin Xiangbei.
Jin Xiangbei, with blood streaming down his face.
Thick blood continuously flowed down from his forehead.
He held her and fell, both of them crashing to the ground.
Although he was doing his best to protect her, he still caused her to get hurt.
"Xiangbei..." Eleven cried out his name in terror, her mind rapidly piecing together what had happened before she had passed out.
But she still didn't understand why he was here.
