Deng Xingwen lay opposite Lin Yusheng, her face full of resentment. She opened her mouth but could not make a sound, which only caused her wound to bleed more.

She lost too much blood and couldn't even stand up.

Lin Yusheng just watched coldly; she wouldn't pity such a person.

Chen Miao called all the assassins out, and only Zhou Qi came in.

Seeing the scene inside, he felt no pity for Deng Xingwen.

He carried his assembled computer to the corner where he had been before and squatted down.

He couldn't help but keep glancing at Lin Yusheng out of the corner of his eye.

Lin Yusheng leaned against the wall, her expression numb. Although she had already vomited out all the blood in her mouth, she still couldn't help but gag sometimes.

It's filthy, so filthy.

After today, whether she is still alive or not, she has a life on her hands.

As Lin Yusheng forced herself not to cry, a bottle of water suddenly appeared in front of her.

Zhou Qi coughed awkwardly, then said, "Let me rinse your mouth."

Lin Yusheng knew he pitied her, and he looked like he was still a minor.

He doesn't seem like a completely bad person.

Lin Yusheng accepted his kindness.

Deng Xingwen on the other side was so angry that she almost fainted, and she bled even more.

After rinsing his mouth, Zhou Qi took out a milk candy, unwrapped it, and put it to Lin Yusheng's lips.

Lin Yusheng opened her mouth and took it in.

Just as Zhou Qi was about to return to his corner, he heard Lin Yusheng ask, "How old are you this year?"

16.

Lin Yusheng smiled slightly, "What's your name?"

"Zhou Qi".

Zhou Qi answered whatever Lin Yusheng asked, without any suspicion whatsoever.