Julian's eyes were so red that they seemed to bleed. He was holding a glass in his hand and crushing it to pieces. Then he gently let go of it and the glass shards slowly fell onto the bone china plate. He took a handkerchief and slowly wiped the blood off his palm. His expression changed again and he actually smiled in a friendly manner.
He asked quietly, "Aunt Zhao, does your wound still hurt?"
Zhao Tao: "It hurts like hell. I broke two ribs and was supposed to be in bed for three months, but I've only rested for a short time. It's all for Yufeng."
It's all about money in the end.
Since you are willing to risk your life, I will give you a ride.
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