She helped Xu Chaomu into the car and sat beside her in the back seat.
The taxi was warm, and Xu Chaomu was nearly paralyzed. She weakly held onto the door handle, feeling nauseous in waves.
Life and death hung by a thread.
She remembered sawing through the ropes in the warehouse, then sprinting out of the factory, and later, climbing onto the truck…
It had been harrowing, a brush with death.
She had never gone through such an ordeal in her life.
"Chaomu, your hands are so cold," Mo Shuifu took off her coat and draped it over her.
She then clasped Xu Chaomu's hands with her own, trying to give her some warmth.
"Shuifu... I'm so tired..."
"Don't rush, take your time to talk. If you really can't, just sleep for a bit, I'll wake you up when we reach the airport."
"Shuifu..." Xu Chaomu suddenly sobbed out loud.
The driver was startled.
"Shuifu... someone kidnapped me... they are after me..."
Mo Shuifu was shocked, "Chaomu, who kidnapped you? Does your Fourth Brother know?"