Life was at stake, and Zhang Xiaowei didn't care about the cost of fuel anymore.
Less than two minutes later, he drove to Li Yanyan's house.
Upon entering the yard, he heard Luo Yujiao's agonizing cries from inside.
"Xiaowei, hurry up and come in."
Li Yanyan was beside herself with anxiety, running out of the house and beckoning to Zhang Xiaowei urgently.
"What exactly happened? I came without preparing anything."
Zhang Xiaowei frowned, knowing from Luo Yujiao's pained cries that this was no small matter.
Li Yanyan, hearing these words, flushed with embarrassment, unsure of what to say.
"Oh, Xiaowei, just come in and see for yourself."
With that, Li Yanyan grabbed Zhang Xiaowei's arm and pulled him into the house.
Inside, Luo Yujiao sat restlessly, her face twisted in pain.
Zhang Xiaowei had never seen such a situation before.
But it didn't take long for Zhang Xiaowei to notice.
