Mu Chudi's hair was blown in disorder by the raging wind, all pasted on his face, and the road was almost invisible.

She couldn't even care about her hair. Through the slit in her hair, she could see the powerful car coming out of the parking lot.

Mu Chudi desperately rushed over.

The car is fast and doesn't mean to stop.

With a shout, the car passed her directly.

"Hawthorne, wait for me!"

"Homer, I have something to say to you."

"Don't hide from me, don't do this to me, I really didn't hurt the old lady."

Mu Chudi noticed the pain in her stomach and slowed down her steps....