Without even raising her head, "Stay away from me, I don't need your crocodile tears."
Someone beside her immediately pulled out a gun and pointed it at Lan Yue, but John gestured for them to stand down.
Lan Yue continued to swiftly bandage the wound on her shoulder.
Looking at the blood seeping through the bandages, she felt as if her heart finally eased a little.
Her hand brushed over the wound; this bullet was the last thing Xiao Chen left her, and she didn't want to take it out.
Leaving it in her body, feeling the pain, was the only way she could feel at peace.
John looked at the wound on his hand, which was continuously oozing blood, yet a smile appeared on his face, and his interest in Lan Yue grew even stronger.
He had seen many beautiful women and had fooled around with quite a few of Hollywood's finest actresses.
But a woman like Lan Yue, so stubborn, unyielding, and persistent, he encountered for the first time.
