As Yun Shangshu lay on the ground, he narrowed his eyes unhappily when he saw the man holding Ling Rong's arm.
He struggled to sit up, and upon seeing this, Ling Rong hurriedly came over to support him, placing most of his weight on herself.
"Who is he?" Yun Shangshu stared at Lin Wei, but directed the question to Ling Rong.
Lin Wei looked at him, not missing the hostility in the man's eyes, as if what belonged exclusively to him had been taken away.
"He is Brother Lin, a good man."
A good man? Does that mean he is the bad guy?
Yun Shangshu glanced at her unhappily, his voice turning colder: "You still haven't answered my question, why are you here?"
Noticing his pale complexion, Ling Rong said anxiously: "Prince, let's discuss this later. We need to treat your wounds first, you've lost so much blood."
Although he wore red clothes, much of his clothes were soaked.
She didn't think it was wet from water.
Lin Wei gathered some information from their conversation.
