"Come and help move this!" Zhang Xiaoyu bellowed.
The nearby staff snapped to attention and immediately rushed to help move the crystal chandelier.
Yu Han was pinned beneath that slender figure, his injuries unseen, but the waist of the person shielding him was a bloody, mangled mess.
Zhang Xiaoyu carefully turned the person over, then froze.
The person protecting Yu Han was none other than Du Xinyuan!
As the chandelier and Du Xinyuan were moved away, Yu Han sat up.
"Quick, call an ambulance, Miss Du is injured!" Zhang Xiaoyu shouted.
Yu Han slowly turned his head and then saw Du Xinyuan lying in Zhang Xiaoyu's arms, her face pale, her eyes tightly shut.
"Xinyuan!" Yu Han cried out, hastily scrambling up to hold Du Xinyuan's body.
But as he stood up, he staggered uncontrollably.
His leg had just been struck by the frame of the crystal chandelier.
Yu Han didn't care; he just took Du Xinyuan from Zhang Xiaoyu's hands.
