Didn't Have Time To Say A Word Of Gratitude

Gu Zheng hugged Qiao Xi tightly, his expression cold. "Song Shijing, drive to the hospital!"

At this moment, he only had eyes for Qiao Xi in his arms. Ignoring the gunshot wound on his body, he carried her and quickly rushed into the car. Song Shijing quickly drove to the nearest hospital.

After seeing Qiao Xi leave safely, Huo Yuzhou put down his gun and muttered, "Once you leave the sea, you won't be Gu Zheng's match. He won't give you a chance to hurt Xi Xi."

The man knew that it was meaningless to continue chasing after her. He snorted. "Let's go!"

Huo Yuzhou got off the ship and looked at Xue Liang. The two of them looked at each other but neither said a word.

The two of them became strangers long ago, but if it were not for Huo Yuzhou today, it would've been very difficult for them to leave alive. Xue Liang did not know what to say.