"It's okay. Mom, curl up and sit down, and whatever you see later, don't be scared, it'll be fine." Qian soothed her mother as she told her to lie down on the floor and reclined the passenger seat to use it as cover, while reaching to the front to look for Fugui's phone.
Her own phone was dead.
She called the police and didn't even care what the operator said; Qian rattled off the location and what was happening in one breath, and hung up as soon as she finished. Those people had already walked up to the car and started banging on the door, ordering Qian to get out.
Qian's mom was so terrified she didn't dare breathe. Qian, still calm, dialed Yu Minglang's number again; luckily this time the line wasn't busy.
"Xiaoqiang, our car's been blocked in, we're stuck in it. The location is..."
