The posture in which Mu Anan and Zong Zhengyufell into their seats was that of he pressing Mu Anan. They were so close together!
Zong Zhengyu's eyes darkened, and in the next second, he stood up with one hand on the back of the chair.
He turned his head and glanced at the driver in front of him.
That gaze was as cold as a knife. The driver's body trembled and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
"Seventh Master, someone has set up a low roadblock. I didn't see it because it was so far away and by the time I got close it was too late to avoid it..."
"Get lost."
Zong Zhengyu spat out the word coldly. He reached out and pulled Mu Anan, who was still lying on the seat in a daze, up. He tidied her hair and wrapped her with a coat.
The car was parked by the roadside. Luo Sen moved from the passenger seat to the driver's seat and drove the car himself.
After that, the car drove steadily.