Shen Mijie's voice was hoarse and he shouted for two or three times. His throat was hoarse and it was of no use. He could only endure the pain, pull out his legs and run again.
In this way, Shen Mijie and his son's truck were driving on the commercial street, and I chased after them. A few times the truck temporarily stopped because of the traffic jam. Shen Mijie ran after them from behind. Soon he was about to catch up, but when the car was about to catch up, the truck was not blocked again and the truck began to run ruthlessly again.
At the moment, Shen Mijie desperately hoped that the car could be blocked for a little longer so that he could catch up with the truck and save his son. Although he hated blocking the traffic the most when he took the bus to work, he wished that it could b
