Wei Qian shook his head: "Where can she live?"

Wei Zhiyuan frowned, thought for a few seconds, and said clearly: "Xiaobao is not very brave. The possibility of going to a strange place in the middle of the night is very small. It was so late yesterday, so she couldn't run to her classmates' homes. Near the school... it shouldn't be near the school. She just quarreled with you about her grades and shouldn't want to go to the school. Why don't we go to the place where she rehearsed?"

Wei Qian stopped and had a split headache.

He opened his mouth and wanted to ask Xiaobao where the rehearsal was, but he couldn't say it.

Wei Qian thought blankly, how amazing he ignored his little girl, and he didn't even know what she liked to play, who she liked to be with, and where she liked to do.

What exactly is he doing all day long?

"I know the place," Wei Zhiyuan observed his expression and immediately understood what he was thinking. He quickly added, "I will take you there in the dance classroom of the Children's Activity Center in the city center."

It was hard to even get a car in heavy snow. After finally getting one, the two of them stopped it quickly.

Unexpectedly, I didn’t know what happened halfway, and the front was blocked into an open-air parking lot, so I couldn’t drive it.

Wei Qian turned around and asked, "How far is it?"

Wei Zhiyuan said: "One stop or so."

Wei Qian directly paid the car and ran wildly in the snow and ice.

Wei Zhiyuan hurriedly followed, but he still felt that Wei Qian's face was not very normal, so he chased him and took off his scarf and hung it around Wei Qian's neck.

The two of them walked in the heavy snow for unknown periods, and their exposed skin was almost numb.

Then they saw the source of the traffic jam. There seemed to be a car accident at the intersection. Several police cars around them had surrounded a large group of people.

Wei Qian was about to push the crowd away and walk over, suddenly, a few words from passers-by penetrated into his ears.

"The little girl is not big yet." Someone said, "It's a sin, so snowy, why don't you drive slowly?"

Wei Qian immediately exploded his scalp, and a vicious chill climbed up his backbone.

He didn't know how he asked, but when he realized that he had heard his voice as if it was from someone else's mouth.

“…What little girl?”

"I just hit a little girl at the intersection. She was only sixteen or seventeen years old. She was bleeding... Oh, I guess she was in trouble."

Another person turned around and described to him in a striking manner: "No, the traffic light here has been broken for several days, and there is no personal repair. It snows so much. Just now I watched a little girl in white clothes..."

Wei Qian could no longer hear the following words. He felt that someone had hit his chest, and his sternum was broken, and his internal organs were almost twisted into scum.

A dizzy twist.
Chapter completed!