"Mr. Qin's car was attacked by a rocket-propelled grenade!" Number Three said in a deep voice.
Anlong and the three people from Fenglingdu all inhaled sharply upon hearing this. To use a rocket-propelled grenade—it seemed that Death's Scythe was making a direct attempt on Qin Han's life!
Qin Han laid Song Yuwei down on the couch, while Jiang Qing had already brought over the medical kit. "How did she get injured like this?"
After speaking, he hurriedly wiped the blood from Song Yuwei's face clean and discovered that besides the blood flowing from her nose and mouth, there were no wounds on her body. Jiang Qing let out a sigh of relief.
The little one also came to Qin Han's side, clinging tightly to the corner of Qin Han's clothes. Qin Han knew this was a sign of Didi's fear and that it had been a long time since the little one had behaved like this.
Patting the little one's hand, Qin Han said, "Don't be afraid, Mommy is alright!"
