The little girl grasping the railing was completely unaware of how dangerous her actions were.
Yang Zishan's cry of alarm drew the attention of many, who gasped in horror and widened their eyes at the dangerous scene.
The little girl's body suddenly shook, tilting and leaning over the edge of the railing.
Everyone sharply inhaled a breath of cold air, their faces filled with terror.
Many women with faint hearts covered their eyes, too scared to look.
Just as the little girl was about to fall from the second floor, Wu Xiaoshan threw the bag in his hand to Yang Zishan and immediately sprinted forward.
His speed almost surpassed human limits, probably even faster than the sprinter Bolt.
But even so, he was still a step too late.
The little girl's body fell, her small hands no longer able to hold onto the smooth railing, and she dropped down.
"Ah!"
The moment the little girl fell, everyone let out a collective scream.
