“Mommy—”

While Fu Xing’s voice of despair is still swirling in the air, Fu Zhengzheng’s hands touch the hood of the car. But the expected pain does not come. With a pale face, she finds that the car stopped in front of her in the nick of time. Through the windshield, she sees a face with a teasing smile—isn’t that Han Siqi?

The panic in her heart suddenly turns into anger. She wasn’t killed by the three men but was almost killed by him. He obviously ...