Having dialed several times in a row, Su Ziceng still couldn't get a hold of Yan Wuxu. "No answer, where did Ah Xiang go?" As Yan Wuxu was pregnant, her cellphone was kept by the driver Ah Xiang.
The muffled ringtone came from the front seat, blood dripped steadily from the steering wheel, with driver Ah Xiang unconscious in the driver's seat, his chest rising and falling faintly, the smell of blood and gasoline permeating the deformed carriage.
The car window was shattered, Yan Wuxu's face, pale and colorless, stared blankly, her lower body trapped in the car seat, waves of abdominal pain coming one after another. She tried to pull her legs out, but her body had not an ounce of strength.
Realizing he had caused a disaster, Fei Qing lost the excitement from the drugs and opened the car door, forcefully separating the seat that was pressing on Yan Wuxu, with the front seat's Ah Xiang letting out unconscious groans.