"I, I'm fine, Ji Yao, how about you? Didn't anything happen to you?"
Lu Jincheng knitted his brows tightly, but at this critical moment, his first sentence was still one of concern for Ji Yao, and his worried gaze also shifted towards her.
Ji Yao was sobbing, her small face slightly pale from shock, but she forced herself to shake her head.
"I, I'm fine, Lu Jincheng, we need to get your hand treated first, you've lost so much blood, what if you've damaged a tendon?"
As a designer, she valued the importance of hands more than anyone.
That madman clearly targeted her hands—once injured, it would be difficult to do anything. It was supposed to be her misfortune, yet Lu Jincheng forcibly took it upon himself.
Ji Yao was filled with both gratitude and concern, terrified that he might come to some harm because of it.
"It's alright, I am aware of the situation, my men have already gone to arrange a car."