What Do You Want?

The car came to a halt with an ear-piercing screech.

Bai Changhui and Bai Jinyi, who had not fastened their seat belts, were tossed out of their seats from the inertia. Their foreheads collided with the back of the front seats.

"Do you even know how to drive?! You're fired!" Bai Changhui yelled at the driver as he rubbed the bruise on his forehead.

"What the hell are you doing?! You're the deputy secretary-general of the Imperial Government Secretariat—couldn't you have afforded better tires? What a joke!" Bai Jinyi spat from between clenched teeth as she got up from the floor of the car. She ran her fingers over her own swollen forehead.

The driver clutched the steering wheel, his face white as a sheet. He trembled all over in the driver's seat, and stammered, "Secretary Bai, the tires didn't burst on their own. Someone shot them out!"

"What?!" Bai Changhui looked out the window, but could not see what had happened to the tires.