Two-faced President, So Hard to Placate (57)

"Don't go." Zhang Jingyu grabbed her and cautiously stuck his head out to take a look.

When he saw his younger brother lying in a pool of blood, his pupils contracted, and a layer of cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead.

Sensing his body sway, Su Qiao quickly caught him. "What's wrong?"

Zhang Jingyu gritted his teeth. "I... I'm fine. He..."

"Don't worry, he's not dead. He was only shot in the shoulder and leg." Su Qiao saw Zhang Ruohan's condition at a glance.

What she didn't say was:

He's fine for now, but if the bleeding isn't stopped soon, he'll be in trouble.

"Hide."

After shoving him backward, Su Qiao bent down and was about to dart out.

Unexpectedly, someone suddenly wrapped both arms tightly around her waist. "Don't... don't go. I-I-I'll go!"

"Coward, hurry up and let me do it. Do you want my woman to get hurt?"

Zhang Jingchen was frantic, but for the moment, he couldn't seize control of the body.

Zhang Jingyu's face was pale as he clenched his teeth hard. "I can do it. I definitely can."

"You can do jack shit. Your legs go weak at the sight of blood. How are you supposed to protect my woman?"

Su Qiao turned back helplessly and patted the hands around her waist. "Could you stop trembling while you're hugging me?"

"I..." Zhang Jingyu's face flushed, and he reflexively let go.

Su Qiao took the opportunity to quietly move out along the lion.

Xiao Si, give me the direction and distance. Quickly.

Host, three o'clock direction, twenty-six meters away, behind the tree.

As soon as Xiao Si finished speaking, Su Qiao gathered her Internal Energy and flicked her wrist outward. A golden needle glinting with cold light shot toward the three o'clock direction like