1809, Damn it, I'll kill you!
Yu Lingqian and his son felt extremely bored, but Mu Anran was excitedly taking two rides in a row. When she got off, she almost collapsed to the ground with weak legs.
Mu Anran suspiciously frowned, "Is it like this?"
After repeatedly confirming, she found that no one was greeting her, so she shrugged helplessly, "Alright, maybe I really misheard!"
After saying this, Mu Anran walked to Yu Lingqian's side and entered the technology museum with him.
What she didn't know was, just as they stepped into the museum, a little girl stumbled out from the fork in the road at the entrance.
"Aunt Mumu, Aunt Mumu! Save... ah!"
The little girl was filthy, even her hair had been shaved off clean.
She rushed out from the small fork, but hadn't run more than two steps before she heavily fell to the ground due to weak legs.
"Sob sob sob..."
The little girl wanted to get up, but found that her right knee was already bleeding.
