It was a little child who looked to be only about five or six years old.
At this moment, he was curled up inside Chen Qingtian's down jacket, his eyes revealing a frightened and anxious gaze, timidly looking up at Han Jingwen.
It was probably around this time that the sound of police sirens could be heard nearby. Two officers got out of the car and hurried over with flashlights in hand. When they got closer, they gasped for breath and asked, "Did you call the police? We are really sorry for keeping you waiting, the snowy roads are slippery, there have been quite a few incidents on the road, ..."
Chen Qingtian tried stiffly to stand up, but whether it was because she had been cold for too long or her legs had gone numb, as soon as she got up, she staggered a bit.
Han Jingwen quickly grabbed her arm, supporting her halfway, letting her lean on him.
