Zhan Lingtao was also awakened. Looking at Ou Lan, who was frozen in shock, he asked, "Ou Xiaolan, what's wrong?"
Ou Lan turned around, looked at the five-year-old child, and wished he was the angel to redeem her, "Zhan Xiaotuo, I...I hit someone."
"?" Zhan Lingtao opened his mouth in surprise, took off his coat, immediately opened the door, and got out of the car. Ou Lan quickly followed him.
The pregnant woman who had been hit lay not far in front of the car, a pool of blood under her, and her white long dress stained with blood.
Vehicles passing by all stopped, and pedestrians quickly gathered around.
Ou Lan's face turned pale, she rushed to the pregnant woman in three big steps, pushed aside her long hair, and finally saw her face clearly—it was the female boss of the small supermarket they had argued with during the day. She wasn't at the hospital, but suddenly, she had crashed into her car here.
Ou Lan smelled a plot, but she had no evidence.
