Waylon Lewis glanced at the rearview mirror and unconsciously slowed down the car speed.
Hope Williams exhaled a breath of stale air gently, gently stroking the two little ones, with a somewhat solemn expression as if contemplating something.
After pursing his lips, Waylon Lewis's eyes and brows sank, and he asked, "What's bothering you?"
Hope Williams was somewhat lost in thought, and Waylon Lewis's sudden voice made her instinctively startle.
Hope Williams composed herself and lowered her gaze, "It's nothing, just that today at the hospital I encountered a very strange person."
"A very strange person?"
"Mhm, do you remember the people who crashed into my car last time?"
Speaking of this, Waylon Lewis lifted his gaze, looking at Hope Williams through the rearview mirror, "I remember, they came looking for you again?"
"Mhm."
Waylon Lewis furrowed his brows, they really were persistent.