The Story of Ling and Heng (227)

When Feng Ling saw that Li Nanheng's face was also pale although it was not very obvious, a cold gleam flickered in her eyes.

Just now, when he was carrying her to escape from those people, she seemed to hear a gunshot and the bullet seemed to hit something.

But she was not sober at the time.

She looked at Li Nanheng's back again and frowned, calling him feebly, "Boss…"

Hearing her voice, Li Nanheng looked back at her, and thinking that she was uncomfortable, he leaned over. "Where does it hurt? Hold on for a little while, OK?"

When the man leaned over, Feng Ling noticed that his movement was slower than normal and his shoulder was also stiff.

She smelled a thick smell of blood and saw the front part of his black clothes was wet.

He was all dressed in black, so she didn't pay much attention to whether he was injured or not when she was unconscious.