Wen Nuan only heard an unpleasant voice and, her mind elsewhere, did not catch what was said. "Uh, driver, what did you just say?"
"Damn it, the brakes have failed! Are we going to die here?"
The taxi driver's forehead was dripping with large beads of sweat; no matter how much he stepped on the brakes, there was no response!
He slammed on the brake pedal dozens of times, his legs cramping, but the car continued to rush uncontrollably towards the traffic ahead like a wild horse that had broken free.
Wen Nuan wanted to speak, but suddenly her throat felt blocked and she could not make a sound; she just fiercely gripped Che Huan's arm, a cry of "Sister Huanhuan" stuck in her throat, impossible to vocalize.
Before long, cold sweat had soaked through her dress!
Che Huan was not faring much better, sitting there, feeling a severe tremor throughout her body.
