Suddenly, a face was enlarged. Zeng Zihang's hand was shaking. His mobile phone fell off. The sound inside continued. The face on the screen was pale and helpless, which made people heartache.

I stepped on the accelerator and rushed out. What kind of traffic lights? Go to hell!

after speeding to the trading center, I saw a huge crowd of people. Countless cameras were clicking, and the flash lights went on and on.

in the distance, Zeng Zihang saw the cold words that let Mu Zhiqing protect his face pale behind him. He looked around, but did not see Ling Jichen's shadow.

the heartache and anger at the bottom of...