The Gong Family already owed Hua Shiyu a life, even if Li Jiaqi killed Jiang Weiyi at this moment,
it wouldn't make up for what they owed Hua Shiyu.
Unfortunately, it seems she failed.
Li Jiaqi felt her ears still buzzing and supported herself up from the floor.
In the distance, she could see Gong Ye nervously holding Jiang Weiyi.
Wait, why doesn't it hurt?
She sat up and saw He Yingdong lying beside her, one hand pressing on his abdomen.
So it wasn't the bullet that threw her, it was He Yingdong who knocked her down, taking a bullet for her.
He sat on the ground with a pale face, his white shirt stained with blood, and he gently chuckled.
"It's good that you're okay..."
"He Yingdong, are you crazy? You fool, why did you take the bullet for me!"
"I owe you, silly girl..."
He looked at her apologetically.
His blood loss was worsening, seeping through his fingers, even staining his suit red.
She was so scared her tears fell, "He Yingdong, don't die, don't die!"
