Lu Qing, hearing his words, briskly continued down the faintly visible path in the distance, annoyed.
"President Meng, thank you for earlier."
Meng Yan stared helplessly at Lu Qing's back and murmured thoughtfully, "It better end safely, or who knows what terrible thing could happen."
The assistant's heart suddenly raced at Meng Yan's words, and watching Lu Qing's back, he suddenly sensed a violent storm approaching.
He tore Rong Lan's shirt to cover the wound on his arm, worriedly saying, "This can temporarily stop the bleeding. Are you sure it's okay?"
"The wound isn't deep, it's fine. Let's hurry."
Qin Miaomiao felt her breathing growing heavier as Rong Lan tightly held her hand in his palm. Watching the sweat beads on his forehead and hearing his breathing turn into gasping, she became concerned.
"Rong Lan, are you okay?"
"No, it's nothing."
"We should take a break before we continue running."
