Feng Zhihe quickly nodded, "Okay, mom won't go anywhere, I'll stay with you. An An, you mustn't be hurt, mom can't lose you again."
An An heard her call her name. Auntie's emotions should have stabilized by now, and she could still recognize her as An An.
The small truck driver wasn't driving fast, and at the sudden sight of someone darting out, he stopped the car quickly.
At this moment, the driver realized he hit someone, his legs became weak as he got out of the car.
The studio's staff saw Miss Zhuo and Madame Lu running down, and quickly sent someone to chase after.
Unexpectedly, they ran to another street and saw that Miss Zhuo had gotten into a car accident.
The studio staff quickly ran back to inform Lu Mingfei, who just entered the studio, intending to ask where An An was.
Upon hearing Miss Zhuo had gotten into a car accident, his brow furrowed, grabbing the collar of the messenger.
"Miss Zhuo? Which Miss Zhuo?"
