Suddenly being yanked by someone, Mu Yan was taken aback, her steps faltered. Barely able to steady herself, just as she was about to say something, she suddenly felt a cold wind from behind, sending chills down her spine.
She turned around abruptly and saw a thug wearing a nose ring and dyed blonde hair swinging a stick at her head.
Her heart was filled with fear, and she instinctively wanted to retreat, as some scenes flashed through her mind.
In a dark alley, a mother was frantically running forward pulling her daughter, with people chasing behind them.
The comforting voice of the mother, the desperate crying of the child, hammered at her heart, so real it made her heart palpitate.
The grip on her wrist suddenly increased in strength, dragging her body to run forward.
"Run fast," Lin Jiamu shouted, pulling her into a mad dash.
Mu Yan snapped back to reality and followed Lin Jiamu's steps.
She was wearing flat shoes and usually exercised, so her running speed was not bad.
