Needless to say, the main personality had returned.
Fu Zhinian sat over directly. Lin Wanwan's conditioned reflexes led her to move over to the passenger's seat. Both of them exchanged positions in an instant.
Fu Zhinian slammed the steering wheel.
Lin Wanwan reminded him, "The steering wheel's not working. We can still make it now if we jump. It's better to break our hands and legs than lose our lives."
Fu Zhinian ignored her and stepped on the gas pedal.
Damn! Was this man complaining that they weren't dying fast enough?!
Seeing that the cliff ahead was well within reach, Lin Wanwan closed her eyes and gave up struggling.
Heaven will decide their fate.
They were hanging by a thread. With Fu Zhinian trying non-stop, the steering wheel, which had not been completely destroyed, finally showed some signs that it was controllable.