Murphy lowered her head in loss, and just saw the trash can under the table, which was filled with blood-sticky tissues and medical cotton swabs.
Murphy's heart seemed to be hit by something, and he almost couldn't stand still.
Fortunately, Nan Feng Xiao quickly hugged her from behind, and Morphy grabbed Nan Feng Xiao's clothes, her eyes sore.
"He was injured, but he kept holding back when he talked to us. Nan Fengxiao, I'm really afraid that my son will hate us."
Nan Fengxiao's eyes were like torches, and he lightly hugged Murphy, and said, "He just hates me if he wants to hate."
He will know about his painstaking efforts in the future!
Tang Yichen left with a cold face, suddenly slowed down when he reached the door, and glanced at his so-called home.
Then he got into the car without looking back, closed the door, and asked respectfully, "Master, are you going directly to the airport?"
Tang Yichen leaned on the seat, opened his eyes lazily when he heard the voice of his men, and nodded coldly.
The subordinates dared not speak any more, turned around and drove quietly, and the group of convoys behind them left.
Tang Yichen closed his eyes coldly, recalling what happened before today in his mind.
He came back to China because he came back to deal with a project, but was in an ambush halfway, attacked by another Italian gang.
He was dead, so he survived.
There are so many injuries on his body that he can't even count them. I don't know how much it will increase in the future.
Suddenly, the body jolts hard, and then there is a harsh brake sound.
Tang Yichen lost his center of gravity and rushed out inertially.
If he did not react in time, he may have been injured.
Tang Yichen opened his eyes coldly and saw that the row of convoys in front had stopped.
"Young master, damn the subordinates, because the convoy in front suddenly stopped, the subordinates..." The driver in front, Zhan Zhan, confessed his mistake to Tang Yichen.
Tang Yichen's eyes were cold, and he directly raised his foot, and the foreign man fell directly from his seat.
"Wrong is wrong, don't make excuses for me."
I didn't dare to make a sound when I fell down. Tang Yichen was only sixteen years old, but the way he did things was like inheriting the style of Nan Fengxiao.
The methods were severe, and now no one in Tang Sect dared to provoke him.
At this moment, another foreign man
Tang Yiting got out of the car. At this moment, one of his men quickly ran over from the front and said, "Master, there was a car accident in front and two people were hit."
Tang Yichen frowned, his straight and slender legs stepped forward, walking forward coldly all over.
The front was already full of people. Next to the first car lay two bloody people, as well as a crashed battery car.
All the people onlookers were stopped by Tang Yichen's people. Tang Yichen frowned and knelt down gently.
Realizing what Tang Yichen was going to do, the men next to him immediately stopped Tang Yichen, "Master, this—"
Tang Yichen glanced at him coldly, and the man immediately tilted his face, lowered his head and stood aside.
Tang Yichen retracted his gaze, and placed his two fingers on the two bloody blood. He couldn't feel the beating of his pulse, and Tang Yichen's brows wrinkled even more.
Tang Yichen retracted his hand, and the person beside him immediately handed over a clean tissue. Tang Yichen took it, and suddenly fell silent.
All the bodyguards were stunned, looking at Tang Yichen puzzled.
Unexpectedly, Tang Sect Young Master, who has always been cruel and cruel, would actually make such a move.