Right in front, a large truck suddenly came speeding forward.
The car was moving at an abnormally high speed, charging right toward them.
Ji Mengran suddenly shrieked piercingly, "Ah! Ah! Ah- What do we do! What do we do, ah! Will we die? I don't want to die-"
"Shut up!" Ji Nuan sternly reprimanded.
Ji Mengran was frightened and was losing her mind. Her shrieks kept going and were clearly not going to stop anytime soon. Her hands, which were gripping the seatbelt, were already pale white.
Having already died once, Ji Nuan could not say that she was not afraid facing such a dangerous situation, but at the very least, she could face it rationally.
She glanced toward Mo Jingshen, who sat at the front. He held the steering wheel, controlling their lives in his hands. After seeing his calm eyes, she felt much of her fear dissipate.
"Open the car window," Mo Jingshen suddenly ordered.
"Okay!"
