At this moment, Cheng Qiyue was hiding in the car, cautiously observing her surroundings. She was stunned when she saw two struggling figures not far away.
She suddenly pushed open the car door, jumped out, and ran towards them.
"Sis, help me support Yang Cheng. I can't hold on much longer."
Cheng Ruonan bit her red lips. Normally, carrying Yang Cheng wouldn't be a problem for her, but now she was severely injured, and every step felt like needles piercing her chest.
"What's wrong with Yang Cheng? Are you both injured?"
Cheng Qiyue was in a panic. She quickly put Yang Cheng's arm around her neck, and together they managed to get him into the car.
"Xiaochen! Don't scare me, wake up!"
Ni Qingyao's eyes were red, swollen from crying.
It was just that Yang Cheng's current condition was too miserable. He was covered in blood, his face was deathly pale, and if not for his body still being warm, they would have thought he was dead.
