After three o'clock in the morning, a group of people left.

There are occasional vehicles passing on the road, Song Lianheng's car follows behind, while Song Xiangwan is sitting in the car ahead, her hands holding her head, very upset.

Fan Hai drove her back to the hotel and saw her worried. He said, "Don't worry, your aunt will be all right."

"After seventy-two hours of danger, it's okay." Song Xiangwan's eyebrows were wrinkled. "It's all the driver's fault. What phone calls do you answer when you drive? It's all because of him!"

"Still! The two of them don't know what my aunt said." Song Xiangwan recalled that they came...