Nan Fei was standing right in front of the road, and the car was coming straight at her. She originally intended to step aside, but the moment she saw who was in the driver's seat, she just stood there, frozen in place.
Onlookers nearby were breaking out in cold sweat for her.
The jeep abruptly performed a 180-degree drift, with a masterful technique it came to a stop right in front of Nan Fei.
Huo Beijiang got out of the car, his tall and straight figure walking towards Nan Fei carrying an enormous pressure like a raging storm. His eyes were sharp as a blade, and his face darkened. When he reached Nan Fei, he grabbed her small hand, placing it in his palm and patted it lightly.
"For not listening to me," he angrily wanted to punish her severely, but he was afraid he might hurt her by applying too much force. If she doesn't feel the pain, he would be the first to feel sorry.
