"Straight to the bottom of the slope."
Ji Chicheng repeated again, his tone indisputable.
He was tense, his throat felt as if it had been torn, losing some of his voice.
Mrs. Su didn't hesitate, nodded, "Alright, I understand."
With the lives of his wife and child uncertain, at this moment, anyone would have no mind to ponder their own life and death...
Assistant Wu was still uneasy, trying to stop Ji Chicheng from taking the risk, "Young Master, we should first go to the road and see what the rescue firefighters say, let's discuss it."
He looked at Ji Chicheng's stern face that took one's breath away, stammered, "Maybe...maybe it isn't Miss Anning."
"Fenfen's phone watch is located here."
Ji Chicheng said, turning his head to look at Assistant Wu, his eyes bloodshot, as if stained with blood.
At this moment, he was prepared to face death unflinchingly.
Which left Assistant Wu with no confidence to stop him further, unable to even voice reminders or concern.
