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But...... The call remained unanswered.

Mo Qianqian tried to fight a few times, but no one answered.

So, she could only call Beichen's house.

The call was answered by a maid, and as soon as the phone was connected, Mo Qianqian couldn't wait to ask about Beichen Shaoting's situation.

However, the maid said that he did not know about Beichen Shaoting's injury.

"The young master went out early in the morning, I heard the young lady say that there was a racing competition today, and the lady and the old lady also went out together not long after the young master left, saying that they were going to watch the race."

As soon as he heard the servant say this, Mo Qianqian's heart suddenly chilled......

The accident of Beichen Shaoting racing car must be true!

But...... She couldn't contact them now, and she didn't know how he was doing, but it made her sit still.

The whole person also felt like he was about to suffocate, and his breathing was not smooth.

Mo Qianqian hung up the phone, his body was shiny for a while, and his hands were also full of cool sweat.

A slightly emaciated face, without any blood at this time, was extremely pale.

"Yin Yecheng, I want to go back......" Her barely negligible voice suddenly sounded......

Mo Qianqian leaned on the chair, his body still trembling slightly......

She didn't dare to imagine what she would do if something happened to Beichen Shaoting......

She can't live......

In this place, for a second, she didn't want to stay any longer...... She just wanted to go back, she just wanted to see him......

She didn't think about anything but that.

Looking at her painful appearance, Yin Yecheng's heart also hurt.

Although she was sad and sad...... However, she missed an important point.

The place where they are now is Japan, and the TV station is also Japanese, so why do they suddenly broadcast news from China...... Moreover, the protagonist is still Beichen Shaoting.

All of this is too much of a coincidence.

It takes little speculation to guess whose idea it was.

But...... She loved him very much, so when she heard the news of his injury, she was desperate to suffer.

She was terrified of losing him.

"Okay, I'll have someone send you back to China right away." After a long time, Yin Yecheng nodded his head solemnly.

He lost his bet with Beichen Shaoting......

Actually, from the very beginning, he lost.

Or arguably, he never won.

In her heart, he has never won against Beichen Shaoting.

"Thank you......" Mo Qian sniffed, wiped the tears on his face, and his voice was a little unsteady: "I'm sorry, I promised you to wait for your leg to recover......" She bit her lip, and then looked at him, still a little uneasy.

She only hopes to be by Beichen Shaoting's side in an instant now, and she can only say sorry to Yin Yecheng.

"I'll recover well." Yin Yecheng knew what she was worried about, so he promised her directly.

She was just worried that he wouldn't take the medicine properly and refused to cooperate with the recovery.

Hearing him say this, Mo Qianqian nodded, her mind was full of Beichen Shaoting at this time...... The rest of the stuff can't be stuffed at all.

"When can I go back? Can it be faster? Mo Qianqian clenched his fists with both hands, and the whole person was in a state of extreme tension.

Seeing that she was in such a hurry, Yin Yecheng didn't say anything more, but pushed the wheelchair, slowly arrived in front of the landline phone, and then pressed a string of numbers and dialed out.