Yin Shixiu saw blood flow out from her chaotic curls, his fists clenched tight, and without hesitation, he went forward and picked up Pu Wei, driving straight to the hospital.
Pu Wei lay in the back seat of Yin Shixiu's car, murmuring,
"See, you still care about me... in such a hurry."
Yin Shixiu's gaze was cold as he gripped the steering wheel, not responding to Pu Wei. He simply made a call to Chen Lan, asking him to drop everything and rush to Central Hospital, and to bring along a lawyer.
Pu Wei smirked smugly.
Yin Shixiu wore a sullen expression; Pu Wei intentionally fell down and even purposely tilted her chin up so that her head landed first!
Where on earth did she get the nerve to do this? Was she really not afraid of dying?
