I Want To Move In Next Door Chapter 888 - 886 - The Mountains Have Muxi and Muxi Has Bra

Soon, chaos erupted downstairs.

"How did they escape?"

"That window is too small to crawl through. Did they go over the rooftop?"

"As expected, there’s a strip of cloth hanging here... They can’t have gone far, go after them..."

"..."

Hearing this, Xia Wan’an exchanged a glance with Han Zhijin. Then Han Zhijin, carrying Song Youman, led Xia Wan’an back to the ground using the sa path they had used earlier, down a stack of discarded bricks at the rear of the factory.

They had just settled when they heard thudding footsteps on the factory roof followed by soone shouting, "Over here, they’re here..."

Han Zhijin and Xia Wan’an didn’t dare to hesitate and darted into the container area.

With Han Zhijin carrying Song Youman, they couldn’t run very fast, but luckily the containers provided cover. Dodging here and there, they weren’t found for a while. Xia Wan’an knew all too well that they could only hide among this large group of containers for so long...

Xia Wan’an knew all too well that they could only hide among this large group of containers for so long...

Thinking this, Xia Wan’an turned and asked, "Did you drive here? In a sports car?"

Han Zhijin nodded, indicating the obvious, "Yeah."

A sports car could only seat two people...

Xia Wan’an continued, "Did you call the police then?"

Han Zhijin suddenly seed to wake up, "Damn, I forgot the most important thing!"

Xia Wan’an, not holding much hope, asked further, "What about calling for help?"

Han Zhijin was at a loss for words montarily, then spoke with a shaky voice, "... Seeing Youman like that, I...I got too anxious and didn’t think about that... I..."

Han Zhijin also felt he had focused only on Song Youman, ignoring more critical matters at the mont. He offered, hesitantly and sowhat embarrassedly, "Should I call for help now?"

As Han Zhijin finished speaking, the voices of those chasing them could be heard, "Where are they hiding?"

"They’re definitely here, haven’t left yet; let’s split up and search..."

Xia Wan’an pursed her lips and instinctively grabbed the mobile phone Han Zhijin was pulling out, "Stop making calls, take off Youman’s coat!"

"What?"

"What do you an, what? Hurry up!"

Han Zhijin uttered an "Oh" and quickly did as Xia Wan’an instructed.

By the ti he had removed Song Youman’s jacket, Xia Wan’an had already taken off her own and tossed it to Han Zhijin, "Put this on Youman... Move quickly!"

While she was talking, she had already put on Song Youman’s blood-stained shirt, and had also taken a piece of fabric she had torn when they ran off the roof, scrunched it up, and stuffed it inside her stomach.

Once Xia Wan’an had finished her preparations, and seeing that Han Zhijin had dressed Song Youman in her clothes, she suddenly reached out, grabbed Han Zhijin’s collar, and pulled his face, which bore so resemblance to Han Jingnian’s, close to hers, "Listen to closely."

"They’re after Youman, specifically, they’re after the child in Youman’s womb. In a mont, I’ll pretend to be Youman and draw them away... While you use that chance to escape with Youman."

"Youman has been unconscious for quite a while now, and she’s lost a lot of blood. Her condition might be much more serious than we thought. We can’t make it back to the city, find the nearest hospital and get her there first..."