The car door opened, and a woman's pleasant yet anxious voice came from inside: "Quick, get in the car!"
Ye Cheng looked at that familiar beautiful face but stood there without moving.
A Cheng said, "Mr. Ye, let's get in the car first. Yamamoto Yu's men will catch up soon, and besides, you're injured."
Zimei saw Ye Cheng tightly covering his other arm with one hand, fresh blood continuously oozing from between his fingers. She gritted her teeth and simply jumped out of the car.
She said to A Cheng, "You sit in the front seat."
A Cheng nodded and got into the car.
Zimei pulled open the back seat door and dragged the dazed Ye Cheng into the car.
"Drive!"
With Zimei's command, the car sped forward.
There was no first aid kit in the car, and Zimei noticed Ye Cheng's pale face due to blood loss, the worry between her brows visible. She simply tore a strip of cloth from her clothes, ready to make a simple bandage for Ye Cheng.
