He Is Warmer Than Time

Yao Xifeng slowly raised his head, seeing Song Ran's panic, relieved her and said: "It's okay, it's okay."

If Yao Xifeng knew that when the people under him saw his face, it was not distressed, not worried about his injury, but relieved, but fortunately the person rushing over was not Gu Jingxing.

So how would he feel?

Then he will probably die of frustration.

The staff on the side reacted, and a group of people immediately gathered around. What a joke, the investor and the ‘male protagonist’ were both injured, and it’s worth it.

After a turmoil, the director appointed Yao Xifeng to stand up, and another group of people went to help Song Ran. Everyone was eagerly caring. Song Ran said with lingering fears: "I’m okay. Send Yao Xifeng to the hospital first. Go check it out."

Yao Xifeng's face was pale, his smile weakened, and he smiled reluctantly: "You still care about me."

After speaking, his eyes went dark and he fell into a coma, and the scene was once more chaotic.

Feng Baoer, who was on the second floor, saw everything clearly and clearly saw the girl named Xiaoju walking quietly to the long-arm iron frame amidst the chaos, and sneakingly set something.

Feng Baoer nodded, and the matter was already clear at a glance. Obviously this Xiaoju had a grudge against the training of the day, but instead of hating her deputy director, she instead harmed Song Ran who was speaking for her.

What's the reason for this...?

How can a person be so kind and revenge?

Feng Baoer hurriedly went downstairs, but saw Song Ran who turned back from the gate of the courtyard. She hurriedly greeted him: "Don't you accompany Yao Xifeng to the hospital?"

Song Ran looked cold and hard: "There are doctors, nurses, and so many staff members. I went, but it was just a mess."

Feng Baoer said: "But he probably wants you to be with you alone, and everyone else is superfluous."

Song Ran looked around: "I have more important things to do."

Feng Baoer put her hands around her chest: "Oh? What matters?"

Song Ran raised her chin slightly, and her voice was cold: "I want to see if this is an accident or man-made."

Feng Baoer showed approval in her eyes, and said: "Come with me, I have something to show you."

Feng Baoer took Song Ran to the long arm of the iron frame lying in the yard, and pointed at the knuckles: "Look at..."

Song Ran lifted his robe, squatted down, and checked carefully. It was obvious that it had been loosened artificially with a tool, and there were traces of pliers breaking and closing again.

This is not an accident, it is man-made.

So, who is it?

The first thing Song Ran thought of was naturally Wen Huihui. After all, the old and new grudges between them were really countless.

But soon, she denied her thoughts, Wen Huihui was very cunning, she was more cunning than Shen Mengfang, Su Mingna, and Wen Jing.

Easily, she will not let herself be caught, she will only fan the flames and use all available people.

So, at this time, who can be used by her?

The answer is self-evident.

Song Ran turned his head to look at Feng Baoer, and asked, "I think it was the man named Xiaoju who moved his hands and feet."

Feng Baoer couldn't help smiling, Song Ran was really clever, and he got it right.

She stretched out her hand and patted her shoulder: "Therefore, some people have no conscience. If you speak for her, she will harm you instead. You are welcome this time."

Song Ran beckoned to the army: "Brother Jun, help me call the director back."