"OK! Thank you!

"You're welcome!" The traffic policeman waved at Zheng Haodong and turned away.

Zheng Haodong watched the policeman leave, looked up at the red light in front of him, and wrinkled his eyebrows. He was looking forward to it. The traffic policeman just dialed the wrong number, but when he handed Xiaoxiao's mobile phone and bag to his hand, he knew clearly that the person in the rescue room was Xiaoxiao! Think of her life and death now unknown, abdomen even with a six-month-old child, his heart, was tightly torn...

"Xiaoxiao... My Xiaoxiao... You mustn't be busy... Xiaoxiao..." Zhao Yahui kept crying in her ear. Zheng Haodong took...