Luo SuiFeng's voice was already breaking apart in the storm: "Qian... Qian..."
"He's still conscious!" Mù Qiānxún hurriedly said to Ou Zun, "Quick, help him into the house. He won't last long like this."
Ou Zun's expression was grim. If Luo SuiFeng wanted to die, why couldn't he do it somewhere else? Why here?
What bad luck!
But he still walked forward, lifted him up, and carried him toward the villa.
Mù Qiānxún was inwardly startled. Luo SuiFeng really didn't care about his life, did he?
Once inside the villa, Mù Qiānxún turned to Ou Zun and said, "I'll go upstairs to get some clothes. You take off his wet clothes and change him into dry ones. I've already called the doctor. He just recently had surgery; if his wound gets infected, it'll be a big problem."
Although Ou Zun was unwilling, he wasn't the kind of person to watch Lu Hang die without lifting a finger.
