The girl's gaze remained fixed on the back seat of the car, but the window's tint was too good. She still could not see that handsome face.
Only when the car disappeared around the corner did she snap back to reality, her mind full of infatuation.
"Ring, ring."
The sound of her phone ringing finally brought the girl completely back to consciousness: "Hello, Mom."
"Yiyi, why haven't you come yet? I've been waiting for you here for quite a while." Song Lingyu said worriedly.
"Mom, I'm coming right away."
Song Yiyi hung up the phone, hurried across the street, and ran in the other direction.
A few minutes later, she arrived at the entrance of a large supermarket.
"Yiyi." Song Lingyu came over and then noticed all the injuries on Song Yiyi's legs. Her face changed: "Yiyi, what's wrong with your hands and legs? What happened?"