But Old Zhou, with his decades of driving experience, managed to maintain his record of zero accidents since obtaining his driver's license, even under such circumstances.
The car's front bumper had already touched He Xing's hem, but it did not actually hit him.
Seated in the passenger seat, Fu Han's face was whiter than the streetlights, completely bloodless. Before He Xing charged over, the only thought in her mind was to leave quickly.
However, when He Xing blocked the car, her only thought was that as long as He Xing was alright, she would do anything he asked.
Onlookers were petrified with fear, but He Xing himself seemed untroubled, or more accurately, he was completely unaware of what had just happened. He was simply pleased that he had successfully stopped the car.
Worried that the car might start moving again, He Xing quickly ran to the passenger side and knocked on the window.
