At the moment of the car crash, his head hit the roof heavily, blood seeping out in large patches, and his leg, stuck against the seat, sent waves of intense pain.
He had no idea how much time had passed. In a haze, he slowly looked towards the car in front, shaking his head. It took a long time for his vision to clear.
Supporting himself, he slowly crawled out of the window, staggering towards the car ahead.
As soon as he got out of the car, he saw two blood-covered kids running towards him, clinging to his leg: "Daddy… Daddy! Mommy… Mommy… has been taken away!"
Fu Nancheng felt a tightness in his chest, limping towards the front car.
Indeed, there was no trace of Qiao Mo inside, only Shi Liu unconscious.
Outside the car, a long trail of blood made his heart clench tightly.
Just then, several black cars roared past, with Uncle Zhong and Shi Liu leading people out of them: "Young master!"
