The cleaning lady pushed the garbage cart into the workroom and then left. Not long after, a small foot emerged from underneath the garbage cart, followed by Wu Jingjing's head.
After ensuring there was no one around, Wu Jingjing hurriedly climbed out of the garbage cart, dusted the dirt off her clothes, and grabbed a work uniform hanging in the workroom to put on. It covered the fresh wound on her arm she had just pinched to bleed. Carefully, she sneaked out.
Having finally exited the hospital gates, Wu Jingjing looked a little lost. She had no money, no phone, nothing. How could she contact her dad, how could she let him know where she was?
The most crucial question was, where should she go now?
Originally, she thought she could rely on Aunt Yi Ran, but now it seemed Aunt Yi Ran couldn't be trusted either. She too wished for her dad's death!
Just as Wu Jingjing was at a loss, a car suddenly stopped in front of her. The moment the door opened, she saw four unfamiliar men.
