Qiao Liang frowned, "But..."
Gan Yuan raised her face to look at him, "If you still consider me a friend, just promise me!"
The girl's deep ink-black eyes met his; after a moment, Qiao Liang nodded gently.
"Fine, I promise you."
The roar of an engine grew nearer, and Qiao Liang turned his head, immediately catching sight of the red sports car racing towards them.
"She's here."
Quickly treating his wound, Gan Yuan squeezed out of the car and waved at Chu Xinqing.
Seeing her, a look of surprise flashed in Chu Xinqing's eyes. She drove over and stopped, her peripheral vision catching Qiao Liang inside the car; she immediately jumped out and rushed over.
"Aliang? How are you?"
"Now's not the time to cry. First, help him into the car!"
Gan Yuan grabbed Qiao Liang's arm, about to help him out of the car, when the phone on the car seat rang.