Intercepted

Zhang Bo nodded in agreement. The Rolls-Royce drove smoothly to Qinghe Village as usual.

However, when they were passing by a relatively quiet road in the suburbs, Zhang Bo suddenly stepped on the brakes.

"What's wrong, Zhang Bo?" Chu Ning asked in confusion.

"There's someone in front," Zhang Bo replied with a frown.

He opened the car door and got out to check the situation.

Chu Ning sharply noticed that something was wrong.

"I hope this is just a coincidence," Chu Ning said softly.

Although it was an accident, Chu Ning's intuition told her that it was not that simple.

There might be some dangers that she could not predict.

Through the windshield, Chu Ning could see a small figure. Zhang Bo had almost hit a little girl carrying a school bag.

The little girl's expression was a little flustered, and she was so aggrieved that she was about to cry.

After Zhang Bo consoled her, the little girl ran off in a hurry.