As her voice fell, she lowered her eyes to look at the place where Pei Heyan had been stabbed.
Blood continuously flowed out of the wound, drop by drop, falling onto the ground.
"Quickly contact an ambulance," Wen Tang shouted in the direction of the front desk.
Lu Nianxin's expression became stern, "There's no need."
She tried to support Pei Heyan, "Brother He Yan, I'll take you to the hospital."
"For a secretary, is it worth it?"
She complained while walking out; Pei Heyan's frown deepened, and he withdrew his arm.
Lu Nianxin realized and hurriedly opened the car door.
She had just stepped away when the sound of police sirens followed.
Wen Tang stood in place, still unable to hear if Pei Heyan thought it was worth it or not.
Her heart felt a little empty.
Upon reflection, maybe not hearing the answer was for the best.
At least she wouldn't be sad.
