Ultimately, Xin Yibin could never really ignore Han Li. Si Ruoran felt her heart race when she heard the tearful voice on the other end describing the somewhat gruesome scene at the site.
This time, something seriously bad must have happened.
By the time they arrived at the address given by the little followers, the crowd had already dispersed.
The two little followers squatted there. When Si Ruoran saw the blood on the ground, bloodstains everywhere, she knew something was seriously wrong.
"You're finally here!"
The little follower held a backpack and ran over crying: "Brother Xin, please help us persuade Brother Han Li. He just got into a fight with that group and was stabbed in the abdomen. We're so worried!"
"Calm down." Xin Yibin walked over and saw Han Li almost lying on another follower's lap, his lips turning pale and purple.
"Why are you here?" He tugged at his lips and still managed to curve into an indiscernible smile, "What, come to see me make a fool of myself?"
