Gu Zhiqi listened, gently lifted her brow, didn’t reach out to take it, curved her lips slightly, smiling sweetly yet lazily. She looked up and spoke as her lips parted, "I can’t see, could you help me wipe it off, brother?"
The girl’s eyes held a faint smile that slowly diffused in the depths of their haziness, like a lone boat in the misty and cold river, pushing through the water, creating endless ripples.
Su Yunling’s eyes narrowed slightly.
This child really did have a pair of exceedingly beautiful eyes.
After a moment, he chuckled and nodded, "That was thoughtless of me."
Having said this, he took a tissue, raised his hand, and gently wiped around the wound on Gu Zhiqi’s forehead, afraid of hurting her, he didn’t dare to apply much force.
Su Yunling’s sleeve carried a faint and elegant fragrance, which quickly reached Gu Zhiqi’s nose.
Gu Zhiqi looked up, tilting her head slightly to look at Su Yunling.
She couldn’t see Su Yunling’s face, only a mask that shone with a cold light.
She felt a slight regret in her heart for not being able to admire the beautiful face.
As Su Yunling’s emotions shifted, the pressure that weighed on Ling Mufeng intensified, making him feel as if all his internal organs were being compressed.
Panic and fear crept over him. Ling Mufeng realized that this person didn’t even consider the Ancient Martial Artist Management Bureau.
If it continued , he feared he would die before the Bureau’s people arrived.
Only when Su Yunling lifted his hand to wipe the blood from Gu Zhiqi’s wound did the pressure on Ling Mufeng suddenly lessen significantly.
Ling Mufeng watched the scene where Su Yunling and Gu Zhiqi faced each other. His expression flickered, and he cursed Gu Zhiqi as a bitch in his heart.
Then, he scrambled up in a panic, intending to escape, when a figure appeared in the corner of his eye.
Upon seeing the figure, Ling Mufeng’s eyes suddenly lit up, feeling as if he had seen his savior, he bellowed through the pain, "Mr. Yun!"
"Mr. Yun, save me! Someone here is misusing Ancient Martial Arts!"
Yun Yan, who was heading towards Su Yunling but had his name called first by Ling Mufeng, paused slightly in his steps and glanced at him.
He seemed somewhat familiar, but Yun Yan couldn’t recall the name.
Must not be someone important.
With that thought, he didn’t pay attention to Ling Mufeng but headed straight towards Su Yunling, saying, "Sir."
This address as ’Sir’ completely confused Ling Mufeng.
He stood there in a daze, looking at Yun Yan and Su Yunling.
The only one that Yun Yan would call ’Sir’ might be the elusive Third Master.
That’s right, the Leviathan Mask!
The Third Master did indeed like to wear masks.
Panic instantly engulfed his entire being.
Now, he could only pray that Gu Zhiqi was merely a plaything of the Third Master.
Su Yunling hummed softly in response to Yun Yan, crumpling the blood-wiped tissue into a ball in his palm.
Yun Yan, seeing Gu Zhiqi standing in front of Su Yunling, also greeted her respectfully, "Miss Gu."
Gu Zhiqi nodded slightly.
At this, Ling Mufeng was even more stunned.
Even if Gu Zhiqi was Su Yunling’s plaything, why would Yun Yan be so respectful towards her?
"Is the situation clear?" Su Yunling asked Yun Yan calmly.
"The car accident was man-made, indeed involving an Ancient martial artist, but the person was trying to save someone."
Su Yunling nodded, looking towards Yun Yan, "Are there any fatalities?"
Yun Yan immediately responded, "There are no fatalities for now, seven critically injured persons have been sent to the hospital by the ambulance that arrived."
Su Yunling continued, "Since it wasn’t done by an Ancient martial artist, leave the follow-up matters to the City Bureau."