Jing Jiaren was helped to sit on a chair. She was bandaged first and then said, "Where is SUN?"
She looked around, and her son and Wilson were gone.
"In the car outside." Ximen Longting said coldly, squatting down and carefully cutting off Jing Jiaren's blood-stained sleeves.
"Send away all the people in my company..." Jing Jiaren hissed, looking at the room full of people huddled in the corner.
Everyone was so frightened that they couldn't understand.
"Holy Mother," Ximen Longting said sarcastically, "how long have you still cared about others?!"
"Send them away quickly." Jing Jiaren frowned, "Otherwise I refuse to receive treatment."
"..."
"I want to see them all leave safe and sound." Jing Jiaren made the condition in a clear mind.
"..."
"Ximen Longting, did you hear that?"
Jing Jiaren jerked her hand away, and the pain made her face turn as white as a piece of paper.
She has lost so much blood, and she is still bleeding...
Ximen Longting's palms are filled with her blood. Does she know how distressed he is?!
"Just rely on me to love you and torture me as hard as you can!" He roared gloomily and growled at Wilson, "Arrange for them to go out immediately and send them home safely."
Wilson nodded: "Don't worry, young master, I will make arrangements right away."
The panicked people were gradually put into position...
In fact, no one was hurt at all, but they were frightened and their legs were a little weak.