Jiang Shifang drove to Lantai and at first sight, saw the red Ferrari crashed into the greenery.
It was freezing, and Zhu Qingjia didn't even have a coat on, squatting beside the road as if she had lost her soul.
"Jiajia, are you alright?" Jiang Shifang hurried forward and grabbed Zhu Qingjia's arm. After several thorough checks to ensure she wasn't injured, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Zhu Qingjia had been waiting in the cold wind for nearly fifteen minutes, shivering uncontrollably, and said in a daze, "Brother, I still haven't found Sister Sheng—she would never not reply to my messages. Could something have happened to her? It's all my fault—for not keeping my mouth shut and telling her about Uncle Wen!"
"I swore over Uncle Wen's grave that I would take good care of Sister Sheng!"
"What should I do if something has happened to her?"
As she spoke, tears began to stream down Zhu Qingjia's face.
