I’m Going to Propose a Marriage, Not Steal a Bride
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Shen Hanyu had been thinking about his injury, deep in thought.
The bullet was so fast that it was already in front of him the moment he raised his eyes. Shen Hanyu only had time to turn his body. Blood splattered, and he felt a sharp pain in his right arm.
Shen Hanyu's face darkened as he looked in the direction of the bullet.
It was from a high-rise building. The glass windows reflected the morning sun, and the light was blinding.
There could be a murderer hiding in every window, but the murderer could've easily made a move when he was waiting for the red light.
They must have followed him for a long time to know that he would take this route when he sent Sang Qianqian to school every day.
The red light at the intersection had already changed, and the car behind them was honking.
Shen Hanyu drove to the hospital with one hand. The wound was a penetrating one, and it was not light, but fortunately, it only hurt his arm.