The damage was not severe.
Lian Xinying held her phone in her hands over and over again for a long time, praying in her heart that Yan Ye, like the phone, had sustained only minor injuries.
Soon, the sun came out.
The scorching sunlight was blinding and intense.
But in the ruins, there was no outcome whatsoever.
"The temperature outside is too high, you should go and sit in the car," Eagle thought of Lian Xinying standing outside waiting the whole time, so he came over to remind her.
No matter whether Yan Ye was involved in an accident or not, Lian Xinying was the only woman Yan Ye acknowledged.
Although Eagle was not particularly fond of women, he respected Lian Xinying very much.
"I will wait for him here," Lian Xinying's cheeks were red from the baking sun, her forehead covered in sweat beads; she looked extremely fatigued, but her eyes and tone of voice were unusually resolute.
