"Crash!"
The Buick's door was yanked open.
In the back seat, Mu Anran's clothes were disheveled, her head covered in blood, already unconscious.
"Mu Anran!"
Yu Lingqian's eyes turned cold, as if something most important in his heart had suddenly been emptied.
He charged into the car like a madman, and only after noticing the seatbelt fastened around the little one did his hanging heart slightly loosen.
Thank goodness, she had buckled up!
After ripping off the seatbelt, Yu Lingqian carried her out horizontally in his arms.
As soon as he stepped out of the car, he saw Qin Zheng covered in blood, unsteadily trying to get up.
His right leg seemed seriously injured, bleeding profusely, he could barely stand.
At the sight of Yu Lingqian, he trembled with fright and collapsed onto the ground, "Young Master Yu, please spare me..."
Yu Lingqian stared at him coldly, a terrifying pressure swirling around him, as if he was ready to tear him apart.