Mo Tingshen didn't hesitate for a second; he pried open the shattered glass and the drawer with his bare hands, although the surface of that drawer was covered in genuine leather, the inside was reinforced with steel.
Someone beside them was shining a light, but little light could penetrate into the car, making it hard for Mo Tingshen to see clearly each time he reached in. Fearful of injuring Chu Yao, he used only one hand to dismantle the wreckage while his other hand stayed protectively above her knees.
A long time passed, several minutes, indeed a very long time.
Until he finally carried Chu Yao out from the car.
The nurse had a stretcher ready and pushed it over.
Mo Tingshen placed Chu Yao onto it. Suddenly, a gust of cold wind carrying the scent of blood entered his nostrils, causing Chu Yao to cough violently, and she opened her eyes in panic to see a dark figure looming over her.
