After crying for a long while, Ye Ranran finally calmed down a bit. "Xiao Sichen, this must have been deliberate. Find out who did it and leave the rest to me."
Xiao Sichen frowned. "Promise me you won't use those methods."
Ye Ranran shook her head. "I can't promise that. I want to kill them—to avenge our daughter!"
As she spoke, another teardrop fell.
The scorching tear landed on the back of the man's hand, and his heart clenched in pain.
Xiao Sichen stroked her hair gently. Looking at their trembling daughter, wracked with pain, he could only compromise. "Then I'll help you avenge her together. Alright?"
"Alright." Ye Ranran nodded, leaning even closer against Xiao Sichen's chest and sobbing again.
At that moment, no one in the ambulance dared to utter a single word.
In their eyes, Ye Ranran and Xiao Sichen were just a pair of worried parents—nothing more.
Suddenly, the driver slammed the brakes, and the massive vehicle came to a stop at the intersection.