Zuo Aiai received the news two hours after Ji Nanfeng's accident.
When she heard it, she was completely shocked.
She collapsed to the ground, her mind blank.
Shot?
How could he have been shot?
He was perfectly fine when I saw him this morning… and now he's in surgery?
"Ai Zi, you don't need to worry so much. It's said that he was only shot in the thigh—it won't be life-threatening," Ye Anran said consolingly. "I've already arranged for a helicopter; you should hurry over now!"
Ye Anran knew that, at this moment, Ai Zi must be desperate to fly to him.
"Anran, you don't understand. I'm scared… I'm really scared…" Zuo Aiai clung tightly to the chair leg beside her, her nails digging deep into the wood, her entire body trembling.
Ye Anran looked at her, unsure of how best to comfort her.
