Cut my hand

The journey was bumpy and after a few aftershocks, song Xuan's face turned even paler. Yang Haitao sat beside her and patted her back. "It's fine, it's fine."

At this moment, song Xuan did not give him any face. She only smiled gratefully.

Song ran did not react at all. She only wanted to get to Gu jinghang's place as soon as possible. These dangers were nothing to her.

The mountain road was difficult to walk on. The car drove for two hours before it finally stopped. The foot of the mountain in front of them was in ruins. There were all kinds of large drilling and lifting and excavating equipment on the side. The busy rescue personnel ran back and forth, and the rain became heavier.

Song ran looked at the hillside not far away in fear and prayed that it would stop raining. If it continued to rain, there would be another landslide and the consequences would be unimaginable.