"Ninth Uncle, hold on tight." Su Qingqing was like a newborn calf. She firmly gripped the wheelchair and pushed forward with all her might.
Little did she know that the front of the wheelchair's wheel was blocked by a rock. Su Qingqing pushed with all her might, causing the wheels to tilt instantly. Then, Xiao Yan was propelled into the air and flew away with a swoosh.
"Oh my god...!" Su Qian watched helplessly as Xiao Yan's figure left an afterimage in the air. Then, he landed heavily on the ground with a shocking bang.
Su Qian subconsciously closed her eyes. She didn't dare to look at the tragic scene.
However, hearing the children's screams, Su Qian still quietly opened her eyes. In the end, she saw Xiao Yan frozen in place, his face filled with disbelief and a hint of questioning life itself.
The man even maintained the posture of being sent flying. He lay on the ground miserably, unable to move.
