"Lin Fan!"
Like a butterfly, Li Qiqi excitedly jumped into Lin Fan's embrace.
"Ah!"
However, this time Lin Fan couldn't help but frown.
The wound on his chest had not fully healed yet, and this collision really hurt.
"Lin Fan, what's wrong?"
Li Qiqi keenly noticed the change in Lin Fan's expression.
She looked at his face with concern.
"It's nothing, just a minor injury from last night."
Lin Fan smiled and pinched Li Qiqi's nose.
At this moment, Zhao Jiaqi, who had stepped down from the passenger seat, sneered.
"All that's left now is your stubbornness. You almost lost your life, and you call it a minor injury."
"That serious? Let me have a look!"
Hearing this, Li Qiqi hurriedly got down from Lin Fan's body.
She reached out to unbutton Lin Fan's shirt.
Layers of bandages were still wrapped around his chest.
Perhaps the injury had been touched just now, as blood had already stained a patch red.
