Xiao Qing felt speechless, just because the man who was chased wanted to stick to the convoy for reasons that sounded quite justified.
Firstly, there was a debt of gratitude for saving his life, so he couldn't just leave without repaying it. Secondly, he was severely injured and feared that the black-clad men pursuing him hadn't gone far. If he left the convoy, he might not survive.
If it were Xiao Qing himself, he would surely leave promptly, without paying attention to this thick-skinned person.
But...
"Miss, I'm truly out of options. I hope I can follow your convoy. I will never forget today's kindness," Mo Ying said weakly, his handsome face ashen as if he could faint at any moment, "I have some skills. If Miss doesn't mind, once I'm healed, I'd like to stay by your side and be a guard to protect you with my life."
