Tong Ran was thrown to the ground and sat there; she didn't talk back, but silently stood up and tried to help him up again, "I'll help you to the car."
The man sneered, "What, are you afraid I'll bleed out and die, and then the wolf will eat you?"
Tong Ran still didn't speak. In his heart, she was already this way, and no explanation from her would be useful. Right now, she was only concerned about the bite wound on his arm, so she supported Mo Nanjue and headed straight outside.
The man didn't push her away anymore, letting her support him.
Behind them, the white wolf licked its paw, watched them until they reached the gate, and then turned around and walked back.
All the way to the sports car, Tong Ran looked up and saw the driver's door of the Bugatti Veyron wide open, and the ground was littered with empty vodka bottles that had been thrown out. At a quick glance, there seemed to be around seven or eight of them.
The air was filled with the scent of alcohol.
