C199 Face Feng Huimei

Sitting in the car, Ann Jiaxin pressed down on his wound, tears streaming down her face.

"Han, you have to hold on. Nothing must happen to you!"

"Young mistress, don't worry. The CEO's body is strong. He won't fall down that easily. Don't worry."

Wu Jianren, who sat opposite her, comforted her when he saw her sad look. He didn't want to see her sad look