Even though the car was fast approaching, Mu Xiaoxiao still believed that Yin Shaojie would never run her over.
No, he would never do that.
Mu Xiaoxiao saw the sleek racing car spin on the spot, brushing against the back of the car she was in and circle around to the front in the most inconceivable way. Then, with a piercing screech, the car came to a horizontal stop right in front of their car.
Mu Xiaoxiao was awestruck with wide-eyed wonder.
The door opened. A towering figure stepped out of the car.
Yin Shaojie's handsome face was hard as he walked over.
But, he did not walk towards her seat. He walked towards the driver's seat instead.
Jun Zeye locked eyes with him and got out of the car.
The air turned icy cold from Yin Shaojie's stern gaze.
He stepped forward and, all of a sudden, he pulled Jun Zeye's collar while clenching his right fist, ready to strike.
Mu Xiaoxiao was shocked and dumbstruck.