Everyone immediately stepped forward to begin clearing the rubble, with Xiao Moli's hand tightly clenched, she shouted out, "An Ziqi?"
However, it was completely silent inside; there was no response.
Xiao Chen raised his hand to squeeze his shoulder, then stepped forward to help clear the debris. Xiao Moli followed with pursed lips.
When they were halfway through the cleanup, an aftershock occurred and the already seriously collapsed rubble sunk down with a thunderous noise.
Xiao Chen pulled Xiao Moli aside, gesturing for everyone else to immediately retreat to a safe area.
An Ziqi is important, but so are the lives of the brothers!
This time, Xiao Moli didn't resist; the veins on her tightly clenched fists pulsated intensely.
Every second of waiting was pure torture for him.
Over a minute later, the aftershock finally stopped.
Xiao Chen surveyed the surrounding terrain, his face growing even more grim.
