Zhao Yuhuan, drenched in sweat with a deathly pale face, was completely unable to utter a word after hearing these threatening words.
"Hey! Are you even human? Can't you see she's badly injured? She's just a girl, and you're taking advantage of her weakness to threaten her like this, have you no shame?" Shi Qing'er directly addressed He Yinghui, unable to bear watching him carry on in such a manner.
He Yinghui didn't care what Shi Qing'er said, as long as he could enjoy Zhao Yuhuan's body, that's all that mattered to him. He let out a cold laugh, put on his helmet, and left.
Shi Qing'er and Lin Xiaoxiang helped Zhao Yuhuan sit down on a chair. Zhao Yuhuan seemed in very bad shape, her lips devoid of any color, and she was still trembling.
"Miss Zhao, should we take you to the hospital? You look really bad right now," Lin Xiaoxiang said, frowning at Zhao Yuhuan.
