She thought of a place and hurriedly drove towards the direction of the mountains.
The place that Su Ziceng wanted to go to was the mountain cabin where Qiao Zhi'an had lived for over a decade.
Zhou Dagen, who had come out with her, felt it was somewhat impossible; Su Qingzhang's legs were disabled, so how could he possibly travel the rough and uneven mountain path?
Upon reaching the foot of the mountain and looking at the winding path leading up, Su Ziceng also hesitated for a moment—to climb or not, given the current urgent time crunch, she was almost racing against death.
At the base of the mountain, there were several porters who carried trees, idle early in the morning, awaiting employers to pass by up or down the mountain.
"Excuse me, has a man in a wheelchair passed by the mountain here recently?" Zhou Dagen took out some cigarettes and handed them out to the porters.
