Huo Zhixing and Jiang Can rushed to the hospital as soon as they received the news.

A crowd had gathered outside the operating room. Tang Yilan sat anxiously on a bench, still clutching the lucky bag in her hand. Jiang Can gently patted Huo Zhixing's back, whispering comforting him that everything would be alright.

The bodyguards from Southeast Asia had cold expressions and guarded all the exits on this floor.

Let alone a living person, even a fly would have difficulty getting out.

Sang Qing stood close to the wall, timidly looking at the group of people in front of her.

She kept the metal box pressed against her chest.

This group of people appeared to be wealthy and influential, and Brother Ye was their friend...

So what will they do to her?

Sang Qing dared not think about it, and felt a chill run through her body, so she hugged the metal box even tighter.

The box contained all her money, which she had intended to use to bring Brother Ye to the hospital.

But now it seems that it's no longer necessary.

What's happening now is far beyond what money can solve...

The operating room lights went out, and the doctor came out, taking off his sweat-soaked mask.

Tang Yilan rushed over in one stride, "How is he?"

"The injured person is fine and out of danger," the doctor smiled. "His wound was infected, but after being stitched up, there are no problems. Fortunately, he was brought in in time, otherwise the consequences would have been unimaginable."

Tang Yilan let out a long breath, tears streaming down her face.

Sang Qing's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down.

Thankfully, it arrived in time.

Her decision was correct.

She watched the operating room from afar; Brother Ye had received excellent treatment, and she had a clear conscience. At this moment, the most important thing to consider was to escape this place of trouble as quickly as possible.

Nie Xin waved his hand, instructing his subordinates to handle hospital admission procedures and other miscellaneous tasks.

Seeing that no one was watching, Sang Qing quietly moved out step by step with her back against the wall, trying to sneak away, but was seen by Jiang Can.

"Wait a minute!"

Sang Qing was startled and turned to run. Jiang Can hurriedly chased after her, but failed to grab her arm and instead yanked at her clothes.

Sang Qing was terrified. In the struggle, Jiang Can lost his balance and fell to one side.

"Can Can!" Huo Zhixing shouted, but before he could run over, a figure suddenly fell to the ground!

Huo Zhixing was taken aback.

Sang Qing grabbed Jiang Can's shoulders, cushioned her fall with herself, and slammed down hard!

As she fell, she tightly protected Jiang Can.

Huo Zhixing quickly stepped forward and picked up Jiang Can. After repeatedly confirming that she was safe and sound, a hint of doubt flashed across his eyes as he looked at Sang Qing.

Now Sang Qing had no way to escape, and her metal box fell to the ground with a clatter, scattering colorful banknotes all over the floor.

At Nie Xin's command, the bodyguards surrounded her.

Sang Qing looked around in horror, her mind blank.

"Take her back." Huo Zhixing's voice was cold and deep. "I want to ask her myself what exactly happened!"

“Zhixing…” Jiang Can secretly squeezed his hand, “I’ll ask her when we get back. You’re men, so it might not be convenient for you to ask her.”

Nie Xin sneered, "Cousin, this woman is no pushover! Not only did she almost kill Ye Chen, but she also brazenly sold his coat in the square! You're pregnant now, so be careful when you question her!"

"Hey, you... what did you say!" Sang Qing exclaimed anxiously, "I didn't hurt Brother Ye! I didn't inflict his injuries!"

"Hmm?" Nie Xin narrowed her eyes. "You can actually speak Chinese?"

"I……"

Sang Qing's throat tightened, and she licked her lips.

"You're not British?" Nie Xin approached step by step. "Where did you come from? Did you deliberately get close to Ye Chen, or are you acting on someone's orders? What exactly do you want?!"

"No, no!" Sang Qing was both angry and scared, and tears welled up in her eyes. "I don't know what you're talking about... I, I met Brother Ye by accident! He was injured, so I dragged him home to bandage him up, that's all!"

"You saw he was injured?" Jiang Can frowned. "Then why didn't you call the police or take him to the hospital? Do you know that if something were to happen to him by bandaging him and giving him medication without your consent, it would be a life at stake! Can you bear that responsibility?"

Sang Qing stared at her blankly without saying a word.

Jiang Can saw the fear in her eyes and understood the dread in her heart.

But what she doesn't understand is why something so simple, which could have been resolved by calling the police, has dragged on to this point!

Just then, someone came from the other end of the corridor, the sound of leather shoes hitting the marble floor echoing in the corridor, creating a sense of oppression.

Several people in police uniforms stood in front of them.

"Mr. Huo, Mrs. Huo," the lead police officer greeted politely. "We heard that Mr. Ye has been found. We're here to take a statement."

Sang Qing turned pale the moment she saw the police, and her unusual expression caught their attention.

“Mr. Huo,” the officer asked softly, “and this gentleman is…”

Huo Zhixing and Jiang Can exchanged a wary glance but remained silent.

"Miss," the police officer walked up to Sang Qing again, looked her up and down, and smiled slightly, "Please show me your identification."

Sang Qing bit her lip hard.

Only by feeling pain could she stay conscious and prevent herself from trembling too much.

"Miss, can't you understand me?" the officer raised his voice. "Please show me your identification!"

"I……"

Sang Qing involuntarily stepped back, and the back of her head suddenly bumped into a warm wall.

She was taken aback, and then a large hand went around her shoulder and gently embraced her.

"She didn't bring her ID, so check mine instead."

Sang Qing's ears rang, and she stared blankly at the man beside her.

His embrace was warm, and his shirt smelled pleasantly of soap. He was a head taller than her, and from her angle, she could see his angular jaw, the stubble on his chin, and his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

Sang Qing suddenly felt her heart stop beating.

With a calm expression and a polite, respectful smile, Nie Xin slowly took out her passport and handed it to the police officer.

“I came from Central City and applied for a one-month visa. I am an actor and I came here to take drama performance courses.”

The officer looked at him, then at his passport, and nodded.

"Then, miss..."

“This young lady is my fiancée,” Nie Xin chuckled. “She’s from Yangcheng, just like me, but she doesn’t understand English. Officer, if you need anything, you can ask me, and I’ll translate for her!”

"Fiancée?" The police officer frowned, his suspicious gaze sweeping over Sang Qing's face. "This young lady looks familiar...where have we met before?"