Su Yan stood up from his embrace.
Tick-tock, tick-tock, the blood mixed with the scent of grass filled the air.
Looking down, there was a new scratch on her arm.
She didn't know where it got scraped.
The blood flowed down her arm, dripping from her fingertips to the ground.
Her hair was disheveled, looking somewhat embarrassed.
Hong Ye hurriedly squatted down and checked Feng Rong up and down.
Then, he frowned and looked up.
"Young master, your leg is broken."
Feng Rong's face was pale.
There was no emotional fluctuation on his face.
He just stared intently at Su Yan.
Not knowing what he was thinking.
Quickly, the car drove in.
A few people worked together to lift Feng Rong into the car.
Su Yan was also forcibly 'invited' into the car by Hong Ye.
The whole way was silent.
Quickly, the car arrived at the hospital entrance.
People were already waiting there.
As soon as the car door opened, Feng Rong was placed on a stretcher and pulled into the hospital.
