While they were talking, Xia Yiwan's phone beeped with a new message.
The message simply read: You know what to do if you want to see your grandmother.
Her heart skipped a beat, her face turned pale at once.
This was Si Mo's tone of voice!
The message even had an attachment. Xia Yiwan, slightly nervous, clicked it open.
Then, with a sudden tremble of her hand, she dropped her phone underneath her seat.
Gu Chen, hearing the movement, turned his head to see and was startled by her troubled expression.
"Girl, what happened?" he asked.
With her lips tightly sealed, Xia Yiwan didn't respond, bending down to pick up her phone.
Gu Chen quickly pulled over onto the emergency lane, took Xia Yiwan's phone and had a look, only to be startled himself.
An old lady with white hair, eyes closed, was quietly sitting in a wheelchair.
The horrifying part was, a gleaming knife was held at her throat.
"Is this your grandma?" Gu Chen looked up at Xia Yiwan.
