Huo Yulin squeezed a smile. He could sense blood rising up in his throat, but he suppressed it. "I won't pass out just yet."
"Stop talking already." Lei Xiao placed Huo Yulin's arm on his shoulder, but inadvertently sensed something damp and sticky on his sleeve. The moment he felt it, he became even more worried.
When Huo Yao had told him about this, she briefly explained Huo Yulin's situation to Lei Xiao.
Huo Yulin had just suffered a fatal gunshot wound. A week ago, he had undergone surgery and barely managed to survive.
Lei Xiao only dared to support Huo Yulin by the waist and made Huo Yulin lean against him. He did not touch him randomly out of fear that he might hit Huo Yulin's injuries.
Before long, the lift got to the underground parking lot. He did not bother to check for surveillance and anxiously helped Huo Yulin to walk.
His phone suddenly rang in his pocket.
