Just as the car was about to stop, a motorcycle suddenly charged out from the side of the road and then fell in front of the vehicle. Wang Yu immediately stepped on the brakes, and a harsh screeching sound ensued. Under the force of inertia, Liu Jiayi and Qin Yue both lurched forward.
"What happened?" Liu Jiayi asked with a frown, full of concern, because the car stopped in an unusual way. With her years of driving experience, she knew that if there wasn't a problem with the car, it must have been an accident.
"It seems we've hit someone. Stay in the car and don't get out, no matter what. I'll go take a look."
Having said that, Wang Yu opened the door and stepped out, even though he felt that something was fishy,
Hearing that someone had been hit, the two women exchanged worried glances, growing tense. Liu Jiayi immediately wanted to get out of the car to check, but then remembered Wang Yu's instructions and abandoned the idea.