Kent felt something was wrong, so he quickly got off the car to check, only to find that the tire was deflated, and more hatefully, even the spare tire was taken away.

　　It seemed that those people had carefully planned this attack, leaving them no chance to breathe.

　　Her phone was of no use at the moment. She tried to call him, but because of the terrain and weather here, the signal was cut off again and again, and there was no way to ask for help.

　　"Langston, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." lowering her head, for the first time, Cassandra felt desperate and remorseful.

　　She shouldn't have proposed to come...