Cheng Jiaojiao and Shi Qiao'an heard Lin Ruixian's words and finally let go of each other's hands, moving their chairs to sit by Lin Ruixian's hospital bed: "I've already sent people to guard your house. You can rest assured and recover here; I've also arranged people around this hospital. Those who hurt you won't come again."
Unless... those people have no regard for their lives.
Lin Ruixian nodded. Having just recovered, he was exceedingly exhausted after saying only a few words.
He barely mustered some spirit to tell Cheng Jiaojiao and Shi Qiao'an the information they wanted. He didn't even have time to explain how he was stabbed before falling into a deep sleep.
Looking at his pale, bloodless face, Cheng Jiaojiao held Shi Qiao'an's hand and asked: "Is there any clue about that person?"
