"Pft..." Yan Hao suddenly spits out a mouthful of blood, soaking half his chest.
Ying Feng, Lu Buding, and Zue Youqi, who were each holding a girl singing and drinking merrily, were taken aback.
Especially Zue Youqi, who almost went weak at the knees: "Hao... Hao Bro, what's wrong with you?"
"Could it be poisoning?" Lu Buding's face turned a bit pale, "Call 110, where's my phone?"
Ying Feng stopped him.
"It's nothing, you guys keep playing, Feng, come over and help me," Yan Hao said.
"But Hao Bro, what if something happens to you..." Zue Youqi didn't say it, but if something really happened to Hao Bro, they couldn't bear the responsibility.
"Stop the nonsense, you all continue to have fun!" Ying Feng's voice was a bit stern.
Lu Buding and Zue Youqi shrank their necks and didn't dare to speak anymore, watching as Ying Feng helped Yan Hao out.
"Should we... continue playing?" Lu Buding asked Zue Youqi.
