Rebirth: Fast Track Love

Although the reason was a little farfetched, it could be barely explained.

"According to our investigation, that bus seems to be heading for you and your mother."

"What? It's for us! " Wendy's eyes widened in disbelief.

Harold carefully observed every expression of Wendy and continued to ask, "Who have you been in conflict with recently?"

"conflict? No! " Wendy searched her memory. Sara was gentle and seldom had conflicts with others.

"No?"

"No! No one!" Wendy nodded and said.

Harold asked a few more questions. Wendy either couldn't answer them or didn't know.

The investigation immediately came to an impasse.

"Wendy, what's your father's phone number? He must be very anxious at home when such a thing happened to you! " Sane asked.

'Dad? Derek?' A trace of disgust flashed through Wendy's eyes. She shook her head and said, "I don't have a father. I have a single parent."

"Ah? I see! Sorry! " Sane and Harold exchanged a quick look and continued, "what are you going to do in such a situation?"

"I...I..." Wendy looked at Harold blankly. What should she do now? She didn't have a father, and her mother was seriously injured in the hospital. She didn't know how much it would cost for a day.

Oh! Money! She couldn't afford such a high medical fee at all. What should she do!

his eyes and saw her kneeling on the ground. He reached out to help her in a hurry and said, "Oh, my child!

me! Help my mother. I

save your mother. That's what it should be! " Sane helped Wendy up and

previous life,

Sane excitedly and said,

sofa and looked at Wendy indifferently, trying to see if her idea

drive! I can learn racing! I heard that a professional racing driver can make a lot of

watch a racing. In that race, a car lost control and

girl want to go racing and choose such

to be helpless and

she wanted to be a racing driver. If she were a racing driver, she would live in a dormitory with the members

spy, she

mother and daughter

a little different from their guess. For a moment, Sane didn't know how to respond: "A, a

of the accident, I drove so well for the first time. I think I should have some talent in driving..." Wendy said firmly, "I'm sixteen years old. I'm healthy. I can make

eye on the domestic clubs." Harold agreed

Wendy was

was on the road of racing again. Is this her

have a headache?" Sane

"No. I'm fine."

a sense of pity in his heart. "You'd better go back and have a good

and Harold. Then she went

figure disappearing in his sight, Sane frowned and said, "have

we should

choose a good club. " Sane exhorted. Whether Wendy was a spy or not, after all, she had saved their lives, and every drop