With a clang, the car, no longer under anyone's control, crashed into the roadside guardrail and came to a halt. Although the impact was not weak, thanks to Ye Wudao's protection, Song Yuhan did not suffer any shock.
"Ye Wudao, what happened?" Song Yuhan, seeing the arrow on the driver's seat, asked fearfully.
"There's an assassin, Xiao Han, stay here and don't move."
The expression on Ye Wudao's face turned extremely ferocious. If the assassin had been targeting him, Ye Wudao, he wouldn't have been so enraged. But the fact that the assassin was after Song Yuhan, which meant someone wanted to kill her, how could Ye Wudao not be furious?
"Ye Wudao, what are you doing?"
Song Yuhan saw Ye Wudao actually open the car door and roll out over her body, and she called out in panic and fear.
"Of course, I'm going after that bastard."
