Yan Luoxi's feet were rooted to the spot. She gritted her teeth, picked up her phone, and called for an ambulance. Han Zheng had helped her a lot, and even though past events had caused many misunderstandings between her and Li Yeqi, she couldn't just turn a blind eye.
She slowly walked over to his side, crouched down in front of him, and seeing his hand covered in blood, she asked, "How are you doing?"
Han Zheng shook his head, taking a while to suppress the metallic taste swirling in his chest. His voice was hoarse, "Why are you here?"
Recalling the perilous scene earlier, his heart trembled with fear. If he had been a step slower, that person would have taken one or two down with him, and they would have been nothing but a pulp by now.
"I came here for an inspection. Were you guys chasing a fugitive just now?" Yan Luoxi looked up, seeing Han Zheng's colleagues dragging the bloodied man out of the car.
