Han Bing was a very calm person. He had trained himself to be calm in the face of danger over the years.
However, at this moment, his hands on the steering wheel were shaking.
This was because Feng Yan had opened the car door and rushed out. Han Bing had never seen such a panicked look on his face before.
Perhaps, it could be said that no one had ever seen it before.
The rain was heavy. Yin shinian just lay on the ground, motionless ...
At that moment, Feng Yan felt like his heart was about to stop beating.
Han Bing calmed down and checked Yin shinian's injuries. There was no injury anywhere.
He did not feel like he had hit anything just now ...
Han Bing let out a breath and looked at the young master, who was standing there stiffly.
"Young master, miss Yin is running a high fever and has probably fainted!"
Feng Yan didn't react and continued to stand there.
"Young master ..." Han Bing called out to Feng Yan again.
