She goes crazy, he'll cover for her; the darling of the group is someone no one dares to mess w

His tattooed arm and lips trembled violently, his expression strained with ferocity, "I...I..."

"Crack!" A crisp sound of bone breaking.

No one saw how Han Xi did it. When everyone realized what was happening, they saw Han Xi forcefully clamping the tattooed right hand and twisting it behind his back at a strange angle.

His face had lost its previous ferocity; his stubble-covered face was deathly pale, and cold sweat dripped down his forehead.

Looking at Han Xi again, he was leaning slightly forward, a cold smile playing on his lips: "The last person who dared to call himself 'I' in front of me has never spoken a word in his life. What about you? Want to give it a try?"

The tattooed man trembled violently, his face pale, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

The onlookers didn't know why he suddenly acted this way, since to outsiders Han Xi's expression was indifferent and he didn't seem to be using much force.

Moreover, there wasn't even a trace of ruthlessness on his handsome face; even the corners of Cen Bo's mouth seemed to carry a faint smile.

Many women in the crowd had hearts in their eyes, their gazes fixed on Han Xi, and they were so captivated that they screamed and gasped repeatedly.

The only one with tattoos on his arm was the person in question.

Only he could feel how much force the hand twisting his arm was using; his arm was definitely broken, and he could faintly hear the sound of his wrist bones cracking.

The man with the tattooed arm was in so much pain that his teeth were chattering. He stubbornly endured it for a while, but eventually he couldn't take it anymore.

He slowly knelt down to the ground, and within a few minutes his knees buckled and he was completely kneeling in front of Han Xi.

"Boss, boss, spare us! I... I was wrong, we were blind to your greatness, please, please have mercy..."

The intense pain shot from his wrist straight to his brain, and before Han Xi could even speak, the tattooed man begged for mercy.

Once he begged for mercy, the few people lying on the ground groaning in pain were naturally no match for him.

With the crisis resolved, Fang Li finally breathed a sigh of relief, her heart gradually settling down. Now, she finally had the opportunity to check on Lin Mo's situation.

Lin Mo's condition is not good.

He was sitting against the wall, clutching his stomach, his face contorted in pain, and his breathing shallow.

"How are you? Are you okay?"

Lin Mo: "It's alright, I should be able to survive for now... I won't die."

He winced in pain with every word he spoke, and Fang Li, seeing this, quickly took out her phone and called an ambulance.

After she gave the address and hung up the phone, Lin Mo said, "Yang Miao, Yang Miao is in the private room, go and check on her."

Upon hearing this, Fang Li belatedly realized that they had come for Yang Miao, but had not seen him since they arrived.

She turned her head and glanced at Han Xi, who was holding the tattooed man in one hand and taking out his phone to make a call with the other.

I didn't call him and went to the private room first.

The private room was dimly lit.

Only the bright white light on the screen serves as illumination.

As soon as Fang Li entered the room, she smelled a strong smell of alcohol, but in addition to the smell of alcohol, there was also a slightly sweet smell in the air.

She quickly scanned the room and saw two figures lying crookedly on the sofa.

She quickly found the switch and turned on the light.

The lights in the private room were on, and she could see the scene inside clearly.

The large coffee table was covered with bottles of liquor, some scattered on the floor, some rolled on the sofa, some broken and shattered, and several pink jars lay overturned on the floor next to the coffee table.

Fang Li's heart skipped a beat, and she instantly realized something.

She immediately went to the two figures on the sofa, turned them over, and realized something was wrong.

Not Yang Miao?

how come?

Didn't Lin Mo say she was in the private room?

"Yang Miao?" Fang Li stood up and called softly.

no respond.

She looked around, and soon her gaze fell on the closed door behind her. Judging from its location, it should be the restroom.

Fang Li immediately headed towards the door, but stopped in her tracks when she reached it.

Looking at the gently closed wooden door, she hesitated for a moment before pushing it open with a little force.

As soon as the door was pushed open, the scene inside came into view.

The small restroom contained only a sink and a toilet. A girl, disoriented and disheveled, lay slumped beside the toilet.

Her small body was curled up in a ball. Fang Li gently stepped over and squatted down beside her.

Her slender white hands were stained with blood, with bloodstains running between her fingers, and in her clasped palms was a shattered wine bottle.

"..." Fang Li swallowed hard, a pang of sorrow gripping her heart. "Yang Miao..."

She called out softly, but Yang Miao didn't respond at all.

"Yang Miao?"

Fang Li reached out with trembling hands to touch her nose and breath. Feeling her faint breath, she breathed a sigh of relief, but then frowned with worry.

Without thinking of anything else, he quickly and carefully helped her up from the ground, wrapped her tightly in Han Xi's suit jacket, and then called out:

"Han Xi? Han Xi!"

......

Beijing International Medical Center.

The operating room lights were on.

In the quiet corridor, Fang Li sat quietly in a chair, her gaze lingering on the figure at the end of the corridor.

"His hand is slightly injured, but as for the rest... Fang Li checked and he should be fine."

The voice on the other end of the phone was urgent, "Then why is she unconscious? Xiu Jin, don't lie to me!"

Han Xi was silent for a few seconds, then said truthfully, "The preliminary assessment is that it is temporary shock caused by an overdose of nitrous oxide. Chen Yingsheng is here, so he will be fine. Don't worry."

"Laughing gas?" The other person gasped, and then fell silent.

Even through the phone, Han Xi could hear the trembling breaths of the person on the other end.

"I'm sorry, it's my fault for not taking good care of her."

Opposite them was Han Xi's cousin, who was also Yang Miao's mother, Han Chunxi.

Han Chunxi struggled to keep from crying over the phone. She said in a strained voice, "It's not your fault, it's my fault. I neglected her too much."

Han Xi: "......"

"I've already bought my plane ticket, and I should arrive first thing tomorrow morning."

After another silence, Han Chunxi said, her voice trembling, "Xiujin, keep an eye on Miaomiao."

"Ah."

...After hanging up the phone, Han Xi stood quietly by the bed for a while before turning back.

Han Xi walked over and sat down next to Fang Li.

Fang Li immediately took his arm and looked at him, saying, "Yang Miao's mother?"

".......Um."

Han Xi said, "Her mother is my uncle's daughter; you've met her."

"I have seen?"

"The charity gala of Wenxi Film and Television last time."

Fang Li was surprised, "You mean...?"

Han Xi glanced at her sideways, his gaze indifferent.

...It turns out that Yang Miao's mother is Han Chunxi, the CEO of Wenxi Film and Television!

No wonder Yang Miao called Han Xi "uncle" last time.

She thought Han Xi had an older or younger sister, but it turned out to be his cousin.

Aunt Rong once said that not just anyone could go to the villa on the hillside. In the huge Han family, only a few people could come and go freely, including Yang Miao.

It seems that the relationship between these two cousins ​​must be very good.

Fang Li couldn't help but look at the man beside her, only to see him staring intently at the closed operating room door across the way.

He must be very worried right now...