The truck roared past the two of them, drowning the crowd's exclamations in the sound of its wheels rolling by.
"Xiao Lin!"
"Sister An!"
A woman's exclamation and a child's cry rang out simultaneously. Everyone turned to look and saw a beautiful young woman and a little boy wearing dark shorts and a T-shirt running over from different directions.
"Xiao Lin, you scared Mommy to death!" The woman ran to the little girl and scooped her up tightly in her arms, her face pale as a sheet.
The little girl, stunned by fright, slowly came back to her senses when she saw the woman. Her eyes turned red and she burst into tears.
The little boy wearing shorts and a T-shirt also ran over on his short legs. His face was also a bit pale, and his amber eyes anxiously watched the white-clad young woman getting up from the ground.
"Sister An, are you okay?"
The person who saved the little girl was An Yiqing.
