Ye Feng, are you alright?"
Zhuang Xiaojiao finally found a chance to check the wound on Ye Feng's shoulder. She looked worried.
"It's just a small injury."
Ye Feng looked at her with a complicated gaze. If it was not for her today, he might have died here.
The thought of the two gunmen lying in ambush on the roof sent chills down his spine.
To be able to accurately hit the wrists of those thugs on the roof of a building that was more than ten stories high was not an ordinary difficulty.
Zhuang Xiaojiao's background must be extraordinary to be able to use such high-level people to protect her.
Thinking back to Yi Jianye's expression when he saw her, it made everything even more clear.
Zhuang Xiaojiao was a little embarrassed by his burning gaze. "Why are you looking at me like that?"