I swiped my fingertips and sent a text message.

What are you doing?

Holding the phone for a long while, An Ziqi didn't see any response.

Xiao Moli frowned slightly, no matter what An Ziqi was doing, he would never fail to reply to his text messages.

Even if he is busy, he will reply to text messages to greet him.

I dialed the number directly, but after the phone rang for a long time, no one answered.

A bad premonition flashed in Xiao Moli's heart inexplicably, and the relaxed expression on his face gradually collapsed.

Pursing his lips to the driver in front, "Go faster."

The driver saw that the expression on his face was not good, so he didn't dare to ask more. He hurriedly stepped on the accelerator and drove towards the shooting scene.

When the car rushed there, before stopping far away, Xiao Moli saw a group of people coming in and out around the scene, in chaos.

The originally ugly face was even more gloomy and scary for an instant, and the car hadn't stopped, Xiao Moli directly pulled the car door and ran towards the crowd.

"You guys, take these kids away first."

"There are two children who have minor scratches. Take them to the volunteers for treatment."

"And you, be careful. She was bleeding from her head injury, and she was hit directly behind her back. Now we are not sure whether she was injured or not. Be careful."

There was a chaotic voice from there.

Two staff members each carried a wet child in their arms and rushed out of the crowd.

A person who was holding a phone in his hand and was panicking calling the hospital just saw Xiao Moli when he looked up.

He stammered at him and said, "Li... Shao Li, you... why are you here?"

"Where is An Ziqi?" Xiao Moli asked eagerly.

The man tremblingly raised his finger to the location of the accident surrounded by the crowd, "That... over there."

Xiao Moli's heart sank completely, and quickly rushed into the noisy crowd over there.

The mud all over the floor splashed on his clean and tidy clothes, but he couldn't take care of it at the moment.

With a hard hand, desperately shoveling away the crowd, I saw the innermost, built scene collapsed.

The rain sprinkled from the rain made the scene muddy. On the muddy ground in the middle, there was an injured woman lying on the ground. The muddy water on the ground was still mixed with bloodstains.

"Be careful, be careful, her waist may have been bruised, pay attention when lifting."

Several staff members were nervously surrounding the woman, carefully moving her onto a self-made stretcher.

Xiao Moli looked at the familiar figure covered in mud and water, only to feel that his breathing seemed to have stopped for an instant.

He rushed forward, raised his hand to push away the two staff members in front of him, and rushed up.

"Ann."

All the staff nearby were shocked, only to realize that Xiao Moli didn't know when he actually came.

For a moment, there was no sound at the scene.

The staff nearby looked at him and stopped talking, but no one dared to speak.

Xiao Moli looked at the person on the ground in front of him. At this moment, both hands were painfully covering the wound on his forehead, almost covering half of his face, blood leaked from his fingers, and a small face was covered with muddy water.

Raising his hand to pick up the person, but thinking of those people who said that they might have hurt her waist, they were afraid of making her hurt more serious.

Shouted and shouted, "An An."

About to reach out to hold her hand, a small force touched his shoulder.