Li Jiaqi was also worried about Hua Shiyu, so she tried her best to appease He Yingdong, hoping he would change his mind.
He Yingdong glanced at her obliquely, "You've got some nerve!"
Indeed, gutsy; there aren't many who dare to lay a hand on him.
He buttoned up his trench coat, turned around, and walked out, completely unconcerned about the wound on his head.
Li Jiaqi paid the medical bills and then rushed out to catch up with him.
By the time she reached the hospital entrance.
He Yingdong was standing under a large tree, his pure black trench coat accentuating his tall, slender figure, exuding a remarkable aura.
But at this moment, his expression was terrifyingly cold.
"He Yingdong, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hit you, can you let Anthony go?"
He Yingdong turned his eyes to look at her, "Where's my gun?"
"Oh... I threw it away!"
She was worried that if he woke up, he would continue to pursue Anthony, so she wrapped the gun in a plastic bag and threw it in the trash can.
