Her childish voice evoked panic. The beautiful woman shook her head with tears in her eyes. "Don't go… It's too late. Help me… Help me drag my son out… okay?"
Little Su Cha did not understand these things, but she knew that this auntie had encountered a huge problem.
She also knew that the feeling of being pressed down by something was definitely not good.
She even saw blood on the auntie's forehead.
Although she was also afraid, she tried her best to walk over. Only then did she see that there was a little boy who was also half crushed next to the woman.
His face was buried in the grass.
The woman pushed the thing that was pressing on his body with all her might. She exerted all her strength and pushed her son away with a pale face.
Little Su Cha immediately dragged the boy.
But how old was she? She was only six years old. It was too much for her to drag a twelve-year-old boy.
