Following the security guard's instructions, Ye Qingqing chased after the van. She deliberately chose a powerful SUV and floored the accelerator. The older security guard gripped the handle tightly, his body ramrod straight, his eyes wide open.

He regretted it.

His son hasn't graduated from university yet, his daughter hasn't had a baby, the new house hasn't been renovated, and there are so many things left to do. If something were to happen to him, his wife wouldn't be able to handle it alone, and the family would collapse.

If I'd known this pretty woman drove so recklessly, I wouldn't have gotten in her car at all!

Now things are really bad, his life is in danger. The old security guard even tastes bitter. The telephone poles and trees outside the car window move faster than a movie, flashing past and forming streaks of light, making it impossible to see their exact shapes.

That speed is definitely over 200 km/h, maybe even more. If we were to crash into him, he probably wouldn't even be a whole corpse left; his face would be completely mangled, and he'd be turned into a bloody pulp...

The older security guard's mind was like a movie playing in his head, with all sorts of car accident scenes flashing before his eyes: blood everywhere, bodies torn to pieces, and brain matter, red and white... The security guard's face grew paler and paler, completely devoid of color, his lips trembled incessantly, and his legs shook uncontrollably, like a sieve.

Ye Qingqing was focused on driving and didn't notice the security guard's embarrassment. By this time, she had left the city and reached a fork in the road. There were three roads ahead, each leading to a different city.

"This... how do I get there?" The older security guard gasped for breath and finally stopped.

Ye Qingqing didn't say anything. She pulled the car over to the side of the road, got out to check, and decided to try her luck. She was sure that Xiaozhu was alright; her son wasn't that bad, he would definitely be fine.

So, as long as the little pig is safe, he will definitely leave a mark, especially at crossroads. When he was very young, she and Lu Mo taught the little pig how to deal with danger, and she had confidence in her son.

Ye Qingqing hesitated at the three-way intersection. There were many tire tracks on the road, but she didn't see any marks like buttons. Her heart sank little by little. The lack of marks meant that something had happened to Xiaozhu.

Her face turned very pale. Ye Qingqing forced herself to stay alert. She needed to check again. The piglet was definitely alright; perhaps she had missed something.

The older security guard, seeing Ye Qingqing searching repeatedly and her face growing increasingly grim, couldn't sit still any longer. He cursed himself for being so useless, wondering why he was still sitting in the car resting. He should have gotten out and comforted this poor mother.

"Um... don't be too sad. The child has suffered in this life, but will surely be reborn into a good family in the next life and live a life of wealth and honor... you have to think more positively..."

The older security guard sighed as he spoke, his eyes gradually reddening, his voice choked with emotion. "What adorable children they are! They're so chubby and fair-skinned, and they have such sweet words. We always greet them when we go to school in the morning. Unlike some of the other kids in the neighborhood, who look down on us and look up at us. Little Pig's parents have taught them so well; they're always very polite to them."

Oh dear, what a wonderful child! Why is God so blind?

"Pah, pah, pah... My son is fine, pah, pah, pah... Good luck!" Ye Qingqing glared unhappily, her eyes turning cold. The security guard trembled in fright and quickly shut his mouth, but felt even more sorry for Ye Qingqing.

Oh, how can a mother not go crazy after losing her child? What a tragedy!

Ye Qingqing suddenly lay down on the ground, her face pressed against the ground, and sniffed like a dog. The security guard was dumbfounded and sighed, "She's really gone mad, sigh!"