"Go buy this little girl a cup of milk tea. Hurry!"
The woman holding her son reacted quickly because she heard Lu Xiaocha muttering something with a sad expression.
This was her son's savior. She quickly turned around and asked the bodyguard to buy milk tea.
She first thanked Lu Xiaocha gratefully, then quickly carried her son to the hospital.
Although the robber only treated her son as a hostage, he still inevitably touched the knife and was grazed while struggling.
Lu Xiaocha did not care about their departure and continued to mourn her half-drunk milk tea.
It was such a delicious thing. She had only drunk so little and it was gone… gone…
Her heart ached.
"Miss, here's the milk tea from our lady."
At this moment, the bodyguard, who was sweating profusely from running, brought two cups of milk tea to Lu Xiaocha.
