Chu Luo sat in the car and tilted her head to look at the night scenery under the streetlamps outside. She could see the expressions of the three people opposite her in the reflection.
Chu Ting's Gu worm was still acting up, and her lips had already been torn from her biting them so hard. Her flesh was covered in blood, and the sweat on her forehead made it look like she was about to collapse.
Wei Wei was so anxious that she kept wiping her tears. "My dear daughter, we're almost at your uncle's house. Hang in there for a while."
Chu Zhengyang kept looking at the time. After a minute or two, he urged the chauffeur, "Drive faster."
It was three in the morning and there were few cars on the expressway. The car drove quickly.
