C905 Anxiety

Along the way, Ye Zhiqiu would look at the rearview mirror from time to time. Her hands were tightly holding the steering wheel, revealing her uneasy emotions.

Lu Hanyan's complexion was much better but her breathing was still somewhat rushed. She half-closed her eyes and looked towards the driver's seat and weakly called out, Qiu.

"Yan be good. We will be at the hospital very soon