"Everyone get away."
"Xiao..."
"Get away!"
Luo Xiao reached out to brush aside Fu Qingshuang beside him. He stood up straight, his right hand holding the wound on his shoulder hung down. He raised his eyes to look at Mo Nanjue, "What I owe Xiao Ran, I'll repay myself. I don't need you to interfere."
"You repay? With what?" Mo Nanjue sneered coldly, still pointing at him, "For every drop of blood she sheds, are you going to use ten of yours to exchange?"
"This is my business."
Luo Xiao's thin lips were tightly pressed together. He leaned against the wall and walked to the window, each step bringing sharp pain from his shoulder. This was the third floor, and the hospital window was the type that slid up and down. Right now it was wide open, through the screen window, he could see the colorful lights outside at a glance.
