After wrapping Jiang Li in his coat, Fu Jiuxiao asked Wei Ziheng, "Wei Ziheng, do you know how to pull out the needles?"
Wei Ziheng was stunned. His first thought was that someone had injected Jiang Li with drugs, but he quickly reacted.
Did Jiang Li inject herself with needles?
"No!" Wei Ziheng said anxiously.
Fu Jiuxiao's heart sank, and he could only carefully carry Jiang Li out.
He wanted to pull Jiang Li into his arms tightly, but he was afraid that if he used too much strength, he would hurt Jiang Li.
What should he do?
How should he deal with the rest?
He did not know.
Wei Ziheng looked at Jiang Li, who was in Fu Jiuxiao's arms. He staggered two steps forward, but he still put his hand down.
Wei Ziheng gaze fell on Fu Jiuxiao's face, and he could not bear to look away.
Fu Jiuxiao was crying.
