On the motorcycle, a woman with an iron arm stepped down and swiftly grabbed Ye Ning.
Lin Yuying lay there, dazed and confused, looked up to see the person pulling Ye Ning onto the back seat of the motorcycle. Once secured, the bike surged forward, carrying Ye Ning away.
"Ah... Ye Ning, Ye Ning... Oh my God, what should I do..."
Lin Yuying panicked, lost for words, took a moment before remembering to call the police.
But it seemed it wasn't time to call the police. She thought for a moment and quickly called Lin Siqing.
Lin Siqing answered Lin Yuying's call, feeling puzzled.
"What's wrong?"
"Brother... Brother, something's wrong! What should we do, Ye Ning, Ye Ning was taken away by someone."
"What?" Lin Siqing was momentarily confused, "Taken away by whom?"
"Wah, bad people, bad people..."
Hearing this, Lin Siqing realized the severity as Lin Yuying was crying so heavily. He rushed over immediately.
Upon listening to Lin Yuying's words, he felt even more surprised.
