Chapter 764: Ended Up Falling into This Girl's Hands

The police were accustomed to high-intensity work and maintained some degree of emotional restraint.

Although they were patient, their patience had limits.

However, upon seeing Nan Jiaojiao’s expression, they paused and spoke more gently than their almost ruthless words ordinarily would have been.

“Sorry, I can’t disclose any information at this time.”

She was so frantic, the center of the accident must involve someone she cared deeply for.

Though not particularly sympathetic, the police hinted, “Keep your phone available.

If your family member is okay, they will contact you.”

Nan Jiaojiao’s mind buzzed, and suddenly she couldn’t take in anything else.

She had been there for less than five minutes when two victims were carried out in succession.

Nan Jiaojiao hadn’t cried at all, swallowing back tears whenever they threatened to overflow, which allowed her to recognize the bloodied face of the person on the stretcher immediately.

It wasn’t him.

It wasn’t any of them.

She was conflicted, unsure whether she wanted to see Bo Yanching at this moment or not.

But regardless of anything else, she didn’t want him to be someone being carried out by others.

Yaen Chi had been unable to find her, and after asking a police officer outside the cordon, followed the trail over here, running into the officer who had spoken with Nan Jiaojiao.

But it was just him, Nan Jiaojiao was not there.

Yaen Chi wasn’t sure if Nan Jiaojiao had even come.

He kept dialing Bo Yanching’s mobile, keeping it to his ear even when there was no answer, finally getting through on a call.

“Brother Yan?”

“It’s me,” came Bo Yanching’s steady voice.

Yaen Chi’s entire body went limp, leaning against a nearby streetlight pole, he took a couple of deep breaths.

“You scared me to death.

Huo Linxi saw your car, thought you had been hit.”

“Stop cursing me, have a bit of conscience,” Bo Yanching rebuked.

“I’m not going to argue with you, have you seen Jiaojiao?” asked Yaen Chi.

Bo Yanching’s voice suddenly tensed up, “Who told her?

Is she here?

Is someone with her?”

Yaen Chi didn’t know which question to answer first, deciding to answer none, he simply said, “She was right there when it happened, didn’t even see a photo, just ran out like crazy.

I couldn’t catch up to her.

I just heard she entered the cordon to look for you.

I’ve been walking around like a madman trying to find her and haven’t seen her anywhere.

By the way, how did your phone get through?

Jiaojiao should have called you, too.

Call her back.”

Bo Yanching suddenly fell silent.

His gaze fixated ahead, unwavering.

The entire street was clogged with cars, lined up side by side, leaving a narrow path in between.

Nan Jiaojiao darted out from behind a jeep, nearly falling over.

She reached out to stabilize herself, hardly managing to remain upright as she hurried to knock on the window of the car in front of her.

One car after another.

Getting closer and closer to him.

Bo Yanching gradually made out the voices of the drivers whose windows she tapped on.

Some were cursing, some expressed concern for her as a young woman on her own, some scolded her not to run around recklessly.

Nan Jiaojiao ignored them all, at first still speaking to people, but later on, she stopped talking altogether, just knocking on windows.

If she didn’t see the person she was looking for, she would immediately move on.

“Brother Yan?” Yaen Chi hadn’t heard a word for a while, worried that the signal was jammed again, “Can you still hear me?”

Bo Yanching: “I can’t hear.”

Yaen Chi wiped the sweat from his brow, about ready to curse, thinking Bo Yanching still had the mood to tease him at a time like this.

Bo Yanching’s voice interrupted him, carrying a suppressed emotion that slowly unraveled, becoming clear from a tangled mess, capturing it fully in his grasp.

His voice carried a fleeting steadiness after a momentary tremble; there was an almost unreal quiver in his tone: “In this life, it seems I’ve really fallen into this girl’s hands.”

Bo Yanching chuckled softly, “Really helpless.”