We rushed past and found that the airbag had popped out. The driver was okay, but Meng, who was sitting behind, probably didn't wear his seat belt and knocked his head on the front seat. Now he was lying on the seat, motionless.

"Dad!" Meng listened to the cloud with a crying voice, hurriedly opened the car door, holding Meng always crying.

I can see that although Meng Yingyun doesn't seem to welcome her father very much on weekdays, she is still the first to rush ahead at the critical moment.

"Send Meng to the hospital first." I remind Meng to listen to Yundao.

She just woke up. I was...