Liancheng Yazhi sighed in his heart. He could not let a second person know what he had done today until his death.
Rong Yan, hubby, I'm doing this so that I can go back and reunite with you as soon as possible. Please don't be angry with me.
With clothes, money, and food, Liancheng Yazhi had originally planned to go back, but when he passed by a bar, he saw an old car.
Liancheng Yazhi stopped. He did not know if those people had other intentions by leaving them in this town. If they were to harm them, they would have to wait for death here.
If they wanted to take the initiative, they had to leave as soon as possible. The more people there were in a bustling city, the easier it would be for them to hide.
Hence, Liancheng Yazhi looked down on himself again. He smashed the glass on the car window, put his hand in, opened the car door, and cut off two wires. After some effort, he lit the car and drove out of town.