"Dane Zhang. How are you so calm?"
Ivy furrowed her brows, studying Dane's profile intently. Amidst the chaos earlier, she hadn't noticed it, but now it was clear: Dane remained oddly composed. Recalling the anniversary event, she realized Dane had shown the same fear she had.
Both of them were like fools, screaming their lungs out, while Tiger was protecting them. But now, Dane exhibited no trace of fear, his demeanor changed. Though she couldn't pinpoint it, she knew this wasn't the Dane Zhang she knew.
"It doesn't matter—" His words were interrupted by more gunfire. "We need to lose them. They'll target the tires; they're not bulletproof."
His statement highlighted their immediate danger. They were still under attack by an unknown force.
"Oh, god," she breathed out. "You're right. Should we call for help?"
Glancing at her purse in the backseat, Ivy hesitated. In this risky situation, retrieving her phone by unbuckling was dangerous.
