When Fang Yi came out, Zhao Xueying was startled, seeing him bleeding from his abdomen as if he had just come off a battlefield. How could she remain calm? It was already remarkable that she didn't scream.
"Hey, what on earth happened inside? Did the old lady Xia hit you?" Zhao Xueying hurriedly asked.
Yet, looking again at Fang Yi, covered in blood and resembling a blood-soaked figure, he showed no trace of anger but even had a smile, showing no paleness from his injuries.
Zhao Xueying was baffled and angrily said, "Are you sick? How can you still laugh at a time like this?"
Fang Yi chuckled and said, "Don't worry about it, I can still be saved."
"You'd better not be saved, just go find a coffin." Zhao Xueying rolled her eyes, a huge contrast to her mature appearance.
After saying so, Zhao Xueying didn't waste words. Despite the blood on Fang Yi's body, she took his arm, wrapped it around her shoulder, and helped him leave.
