"Mr. Ying, could you... put me down?"
Put you down?
Ying Hao carried her expressionlessly into the elevator: "What? Want to die?"
Hu Xiaoyan's lips turned pale, and she didn't dare to say anything more. Just like that, she was carried by him down the stairs.
Fortunately, there weren't many people in the leisure club at this time, so when Hu Xiaoyan was carried down by him, those who saw them just assumed that it was a guest and a hostess playfully bickering.
As for the blood on Hu Xiaoyan's body, after she was carried up, his fingers skillfully pressed on the blood vessels of those two places. So after Hu Xiaoyan was carried down, there wasn't much blood dripping out, and even if there was, it all dripped onto his black suit.
Carrying her out, Ying Hao didn't go anywhere else but directly took her to his black Land Rover. Then in the car, he opened the door and without hesitation, threw her onto the back seat.
"Ugh—"
