The big truck did not stop there. It started up again, trying to run over the badly deformed black Bentley.
In her dream, Xu Jiaojiao was burning with anxiety as she watched the scene unfold. She kept shouting, "Qi Shenbai! Qi Shenbai, wake up! Wake up!"
However, Qi Shenbai did not react. Blood covered his face, and even his white shirt was dyed red with blood. The large truck ruthlessly collided with the Bentley again, crashing into the unconscious Qi Shenbai!
"Qi Shenbai!" Xu Jiaojiao woke up from her dream with a start. She was gasping for breath, and her fair forehead was covered in a cold sweat that drenched her hair.
A few seconds later, Xu Jiaojiao came back to her senses and looked at the alarm clock on the bedside table. It was already six in the morning. She wiped the sweat from her forehead and gradually calmed down. It had been a long time since she had such a dream.
