This place had no traffic lights or pedestrian crossings. With cars coming and going, Jing Haohao looked left and right, then darted across the road directly.
Just as she was about to reach the other side of the street, a red car sped from afar. Its brakes squealed ten meters from Jing Haohao. The screeching noise was piercing, but by the time the car was about to hit her, Jing Haohao had already cleared the front of the car safely.
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In the car, Qiao Wennuan was jerked forward by the sudden braking. Lifting her head, she turned to her assistant who was driving and asked, "What's the meaning of this?"
"Someone was crossing the road, nearly hit them," said the assistant in a low voice. Then they drove off from the exit and headed toward the entrance of the "Golden Years."
