With great difficulty, Fu Shiyan finally managed to lift Shen Feiwan from the wreckage, swiftly moving her to a location far from the taxi.
There was the possibility of the vehicle exploding or naturally combusting after the accident.
"The driver..." Shen Feiwan weakly reminded him.
"You're still thinking of saving others? Do you realize how dangerous it was for you just now?!" Fu Shiyan's face was cold as ice.
His voice was loud, barely concealing the anger within.
The hands that held Shen Feiwan were trembling involuntarily, a subtle but restrained quiver...
Shen Feiwan remained silent.
The car accident tonight was indeed her fault.
She had seen him, the one who she had been looking for.
Even with just a glimpse, she was certain that it was him.
That's why she had rushed out like a madwoman from the night banquet, pursuing the car he was in relentlessly.
However, the accident had led her to lose track of him.
Shen Feiwan lowered her gaze.
