The car flashed past her quickly. "Wait a minute."

Ye Nianmo suddenly opened his mouth. He looked through the rearview mirror at the woman who continued to move slowly. She was somewhat surprised. How did she make herself that way?

The phone rang suddenly, and he picked it up, frowning deeply, and looking at the woman with cold eyes.

Ding Yi dragged her tired body forward slowly. The pain of her ankle made her grip the alveolar so hard that she could not cry.

The sound of steady footsteps behind her came, her arm was severely pulled, her injured ankle twisted, the pain swept through her heart, and her tears...