C430 Happy Birthday

Yem Qingzhou's wound was still a little deep. Blood was still flowing, and the collar of his shirt was wet.

Gong Xue felt bad. She felt like she was a disaster. Yem Qingzhou would be fine if he met her.

"Do you have a towel? Cover it and stop the blood first." Gong Xue turned to look at Yem Qingzhou.

"You can drive. I will do it myself