Misunderstanding

"Song Yan?!"

Qiu Tong gaped. "Why are you here?"

Song Yan: "…"

This was the real Song Yan. He was waiting for his subordinate here and did not recognize the woman who had suddenly appeared.

People usually mistook him for the president when they saw his face. How did this woman recognize him?

"There's no time to explain. Drive!"

Seeing that the pursuing men had caught up, Qiu Tong buckled her seatbelt and looked at Song Yan anxiously.

In the rearview mirror, several burly men were rushing towards them!

Song Yan frowned but still stepped on the accelerator.

The car sped away. But just as they passed an intersection, a black car suddenly appeared and slammed into them.

The car was pushed off the main road and nearly flipped over.

Song Yan tried his best to control the steering wheel. From the corner of his eye, he saw two more cars crashing towards him at the same time—

"Sit tight!"