Ye Fan held Mengyao and rushed into the car that arrived, hurriedly checking Mengyao.
"Luckily, she has breathing and a pulse. It's just a concussion from the head trauma; it's not a big problem." Ye Fan relaxed slightly, recalling how anxious he was, feeling empty inside, until now when the heavy stone hanging over his heart finally landed.
"What's wrong? What happened?" At this moment, Liu Shangxiang, Lu Xiangxiang, and Shen Tingting rushed in.
Liu Shangxiang's apartment is on the seventeenth floor, and Ye Fan ran down the stairway because taking the elevator would have delayed time.
Liu Shangxiang and the other two took the elevator, a bit slower compared to Ye Fan's speed.
The three couldn't even imagine how Ye Fan managed to sprint down the stairway and what the scene was like at that moment.
But now, it's not the time to care about that issue.
