Shu Qing scratched her arm, but it was okay.

She didn't want Xiaohong to see it, so she loosened her sleeve and let it fall, covering the wound on her elbow.

"It's okay. Thank you so much this time." Shu Qing said softly.

She saw it.

When the car rushed over, Lin Yue was sitting in the back seat.

She would recognize Lin Yue's face even if it turned into ashes.

At this moment, she was really scared.

What's wrong with this world? Can rich and powerful people really do whatever they want?

She and Lin Yue had no irreconcilable hatred, but she wanted to kill her everywhere!

Shu Qing took a deep breath and looked back. She was a little worried about Yaya. If Yaya was targeted by Lin Yue again, she didn’t know if she would be as lucky as her.

no.

She has to remind Yaya.

"Okay, I accept the thank you. But what about Mr. Chao? He has been waiting for your reply for so many days, what do you say?" Xiaohong asked.

She is someone close to Chao Song. Chao Song's feelings for Shu Qing were initially just interest, and later he wanted to tear up her umbrella... However, as they continued to get along, she could feel that Chao Song really wanted to love Shu Qing as a sister.

Purely, just a sister.

Shu Qing was stunned. These days, she was immersed in her father's affairs and forgot about Chao Song's affairs. This made her seem a little ungrateful.

"Let me call Mr. Chao!"

Shu Qing said, lowered his head to take out his cell phone, and found that it was broken again.

She has broken several phones recently.

Every death of a mobile phone has a story.

But every story is inseparable from her bad luck.

"Let's get in the car first. Do you need to go to the hospital in this condition? If not, I'll go to the pharmacy to buy some medicine and be back soon." Xiaohong said.

She has followed Chao Song for so long that her ability to read people's expressions has become extremely good.

She saw it when Shu Qing just pulled her sleeve.

She was hurt but didn't say anything and was able to endure it on her own, which showed that she was quite thoughtful. Therefore, Xiaohong would not be too harsh on her.

Xiaohong's car was a white BMW. At the moment of the collision, the left side of the front of the car was dented and the headlights fell out. It needed major repairs.

Shu Qing was distracted for a moment, wondering how much money he had and whether he could afford the car repair costs... The back door of the BMW was already open.

Chao Song, who looked pale and sick, was sitting in the car. He tilted his head and looked at her, “What are you doing standing there like an idiot? Get in the car!"

Compared to the first time they met in the casino, his attitude towards her was really much better.

At that time, in order to pay off her father's gambling debts, she almost drank herself to death and stabbed Gu Shaoqiang with a knife.

Now, I can get his wholehearted protection.

Taking a deep breath, feeling that he owed him more and more, Shu Qing bent down and got into the car, saying apologetically, "Sorry, I'll find a way to pay for the car repair."

Probably, it would cost a lot of money.

Of course, Shu Qing did not expect that Chao Song had been sitting in the car the whole time. She thought Xiaohong was the only one there.

"Brother Chao, do you need that little money?"

Chao Song wanted to smoke but held back.

He looked at her sideways, swirled his tongue around his lips, and said, "It's just a car, it's not as important as you. Qingqing, what do you think about what I told you a few days ago?"

My mother's condition was getting worse day by day, and she would occasionally become distracted and mistake people for others.

She always said that her sister was back, and then hugged the air and called for help.

Chao Song thought a lot and was afraid that this was a last gasp of energy, but it was impossible!

Will not.

My mother is not old yet, it is impossible for her to die so soon.

That’s what he said and what he thought, but Chao Song wanted to get Shu Qing back even more urgently.

"Come back with me." He said in a low voice, with a look of worry on his sick face.