Song Yi's gaze immediately darted inside once more.
Her whole heart was tightly wound.
That one sentence was like a thousand-pound stone crushing down on Song Yi.
"Run!" Zhou Liang immediately pulled Song Yi along.
Song Yi was wearing high heels, but she had to take them off and run.
As she ran, she only felt everything in front of her was blurry, dim, a kaleidoscope of colors, somewhat indistinct, unclear.
The noise of clamor rang in her ears; the more she ran, the more she found it hard to breathe. Her nose felt sour, her eyes stinging.
She looked back for a moment, and amidst the chaotic crowd, that figure stood firm, tall, bustling among the people.
The usual lazy wildness was nowhere in sight, no smile, no casual nonchalance, no unruly wildness.
"Captain Tang! We've noticed someone has escaped!"
"Captain Tang! There's still a child with a bomb strapped on, hasn't been found."
"Boss! There seems to be someone here having a relapse from their drug addiction."
