The security guards were too terrified to even breathe, hastily shrinking to one side. Wan Donglin glanced over and saw Yan Xixi. Her face flushed an extremely strange rosy color, like an audience member engrossed in a captivating drama, completely oblivious to her mother in the car. He paused, then raised his voice slightly, "Xixi…"
No one answered. He immediately reached out, lifted Yan's mother, and placed her in the back seat of his car. "Xixi, get in quickly, or it'll be too late…"
Yan Xixi snapped out of her trance, the flush on her face instantly vanishing without a trace. As she got into the car, her entire body trembled violently. She hugged her mother tightly, desperate to hear even the faintest sound from her. But her mother remained silent. Gradually, she felt her mother's body growing colder. Despite the car's strong heating, her own hands and feet began to turn ice-cold.
"Mom... Mom…"
