Just at this moment, a black sedan suddenly appeared, darting past like lightning...
By the time Long Lingli came back to his senses, Xiao Mei's figure had already flown out like a kite with a broken string, drifting a long distance before landing.
Long Lingli didn't even have time to look clearly at the car, he madly dashed towards Xiao Mei.
Blood was splattered all over the ground, the doll was crushed beyond recognition by the car tires, blowing across the road continuously in the strong wind.
"Xiao Mei, Xiao Mei..." Long Lingli cried out in grief. Hunger, poverty, and hardship hadn't separated them, yet now that life was truly becoming affluent, he was about to lose her.
The bustling day finally came to an end, when night fell, the last wave of guests also left Mandara Manor, and Mandara Manor returned to tranquility.
However, at the door of Shen Bingqing's bedroom, the knocking didn't stop for the entire day. Long Chenxi stood in front of her door, stubbornly knocking.
