At this moment, the truck driver was sitting high up in the driver’s seat, humming a song as he drove the truck. He did not notice that the truck was not far away from him. The Poor Duan Ya was blinking her eyes as she watched the truck drive over.
Duan ya did not have much contact with people, so she was not as smart as Duan Li.
Perhaps it was because she was born into a family like that and was beaten up by her father who drank too much all day long. As a result, Duan Ya had developed a dumb character that did not like to talk and did not understand common sense.
Even when the truck was approaching, she did not even know how many times to call for help. She just stared blankly and blinked her eyes.
As a young girl, Duan Ya’s concept of death was zero.
The surrounding farmers were all shouting and shouting for the driver of the truck to stop.
