"Mucheng Chu!"
At that moment, her heart panicked severely. She quickly got up and rushed to Mucheng Chu's side, wanting to help him up. However, under the streetlight, she was shocked to discover a trace of blood on his forehead. Mucheng Chu closed his eyes, his handsome face seemingly devoid of any vitality.
An Xiaoyu's body trembled violently. She wrapped her arms around Mucheng Chu's shoulders, helping him to semi-sit leaning against her arms.
"Mucheng Chu, don't scare me! Wake up, please wake up!"
The drizzle fell on her body, as if she was completely unaware.
She took out her mobile phone from her pocket and dialed 120, but those three simple digits made her hands tremble violently.
"Mucheng Chu, please hold on, just hold on, I'm calling the hospital right now... You must hang in there!"
An Xiaoyu's voice was tinged with sobs.
Didn't she despise Mucheng Chu the most? But now, seeing Mucheng Chu lying here, his life hanging in the balance, her heart was extremely tense.
