A few people were stunned.
In a flash, Cao Yong grabbed the hand of the person next to him and took off running.
Cao Zhao turned his head and saw: this brother, abandoned his brother and ran off with a woman—
Zhu Huicang shook his head: A classic case of letting beauty trump friendship.
Pan Shihua was puzzled: "Are they chasing Yingying?"
"Seems like it." Duan Sanbao raised his ostrich-like head, his round face showing a strangely elderly seriousness.
The people running ahead looked like a swarm of mindless chasers, shouting as they ran:
"Catch her, catch her—"
"Don't let her get away, she must know something."
Cao Zhao's face darkened, and he quickly picked up his phone, calling security: "What are you doing? How can you let them block us doctors behind the inpatient department? Are the police here yet?"
Hearing this, security exploded: "The police are here, how did they manage to get to the back?"
