An Ziqi's mind was a chaotic mix of sounds intertwined.
One moment they said the child wasn't Xiao Moli's, the next the certainty was that it was his, or else Lin Qiaoqiao wouldn't dare be so brazen.
Her head hurt so much it felt like it was about to explode, the car speed had reached a terrifying level.
Xiao Moli followed behind her desperately anxious, yet completely helpless.
An Ziqi drove all the way directly to the outskirts, without a moment's pause, continuing to speed towards the Mountain Road.
Although the mountain road was not particularly narrow, it hugged the mountain wall on one side and on the other side lay the cliff, with only a railing of a few dozen centimeters high at the road's edge.
One lapse in attention could result in plummeting down, ending in a fatal crash.
Deep inside, Xiao Moli was tormented with regret to the utmost degree.
