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!

out to help her in a hurry

please help me! Help my mother. I

life that day, and now I also save your mother. That's what it should be! "

for racing in her previous life, right! Racing could make money! She could make a

excitedly and said, "Sane,

also sat on the sofa and looked at Wendy indifferently, trying to see

"I, I can drive! I can learn racing! I heard that a professional racing driver can make a lot of money if he gets the first place in the race! I

abroad to watch a racing. In that race, a car lost control and rolled over and hit the guardrail aside. The car

weak girl want to go racing and choose

had thought that Wendy would pretend to be helpless and

didn't expect that she wanted to be a racing driver. If she were a racing driver, she would live in a dormitory with the

she should

daughter were full of mysteries, which were unpredictable.

answer was a little different from their guess. For a moment, Sane didn't know how to respond: "A, a racing driver? Why do you want to be a

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 money

eye on the domestic clubs."

Wendy was

on the road of

still have

"No. I'm fine."

a sense of pity in his heart. "You'd better go back and have a good rest. These are not in a hurry. It's important to take good care of

Harold. Then she went back to her ward with a man

his sight, Sane frowned and said,

think we should take

to be a racing driver. It's so unexpected. Harold, help her choose a good club. " Sane exhorted. Whether Wendy was a spy or not, after all, she had saved their lives, and every drop