As soon as Li Mengjie finished speaking, Leng Xuan stopped the car at that moment, completely ignoring the two young ladies' words, and directly opened the car door, dashing over. He had recognized from the license plate of the BMW that it was Uncle Zhao's car, typically used to take Su Yurou to school. Connecting this to the previous ominous feeling, his heart almost jumped to his throat. Could Yurou have had an accident? That's what he wondered.
When he saw the smashed car window, Leng Xuan's heart sank. Approaching, he saw Uncle Zhao, his face covered in blood, slumped in the driver's seat, not knowing whether he was dead or had fainted. Immediately, Leng Xuan hurriedly opened the door and carried Uncle Zhao out, laying him on the roadside.
