She was still holding her phone in her hand. She picked it up in a daze and shouted at the phone, " "Little uncle, little uncle, I'm not dead. It's great that I'm not dead."
“……”
"Little uncle, little uncle, are you listening? I'm fine, I'm fine, Yingluo."
“……”
She cried tears of joy and wanted to tell her that she was safe, but no one answered her phone!
She called out a few times, thinking that the call had been hung up, but when she opened the phone, the call was still connected.
Tong Lu got up and limped toward the guardrails. She leaned against the guardrails and looked down in shock. There was nothing in the fast-flowing river. The car had already sunk to the bottom of the river.
She covered her mouth and her legs went weak. She turned around and slowly leaned against the guardrail, taking deep breaths.