Chapter 38 — Whatever You Do, Don't Shoot
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
"But you had their leader as a hostage," Gu Mengyao said, puzzled.
"When a man's about to die himself, does he still care about his leader? Come on, don't be so naive." Wei Zhao sounded exasperated. "Getting out of this alive was pure luck. Hey—just who did you cross? These people were clearly coming for you."
"Hmph. What are you so smug about?" Gu Mengyao was thoroughly annoyed by his attitude. "You're my sidekick, aren't you? Is that any way to talk to your master?"
"..." Wei Zhao was speechless. This woman really was beyond reason.
Shen Yushu sat in Uncle Qing's car wiping her tears. Gu Mengyao and Wei Zhao had been taken; who knew how it would end? At best, the two might be released; at worst... Shen Yushu did not dare think further.
Uncle Qing, his face just as careworn, was dialing the phone. Of all times, he could not get through to Gu Pengzhan, and it left him frantic.
Suddenly the phone rang. Uncle Qing started, picked it up, and saw the caller ID—his face at once showed a mix of worry and joy.
It was Gu Mengyao's number, though it was not necessarily Gu Mengyao herself calling. It might be the kidnappers using her phone. But either way, at least there was news.
"Hello? Yes?" Uncle Qing answered cautiously.
"Uncle Qing, come get me, quick..." For the first time, Gu Mengyao felt that Uncle Qing's voice was so dear to her.
Along with Uncle Qing came Qiu Lingshan and the rest—the police team.
"Yao-yao!" Shen Yushu was the first to leap from the car and threw her arms around Gu Mengyao. "You scared me to death. I thought I'd never see you again."
"You silly girl, always talking nonsense." Gu Mengyao had recovered from her earlier fright, and hearing Shen Yushu carry on like that, she didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"Mr. Lin, are you all right?" Seeing the blood on Wei Zhao, Uncle Qing asked hurriedly.
"Took a bullet in the thigh. Nothing serious." Wei Zhao got up, limping. And truth be told, it did hurt a bit—that thing had a delayed kick to it.
Uncle Qing now truly admired Wei Zhao. Shot, and still saying it was nothing—now that was a man, a real man. If Wei Zhao had known what Uncle Qing was thinking, would black lines have sprouted over his head? Because he remembered that some actress had been jokingly dubbed a "real man."
"Mr. Lin, is it? Please come back to the station with us and give a statement." Qiu Lingshan walked over and addressed Wei Zhao in a formulaic tone.
Wei Zhao frowned at once. Was this girl blind? Could she not see he was wounded? He said irritably, "Do you want me to drop my pants and show you?"
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