"Anran, it's me, Mo Shike, I'm right behind your car."
Just at the sound of Mo Shike's voice, Ye Anran just barely managed to hold back her tears: "Shike..."
At this dangerously critical moment, hearing this familiar voice, she felt an inexplicable sense of reassurance.
"Stop your car and come over to mine," Mo Shike said, watching her car with a knot in his stomach, feeling frantic.
"Someone is chasing me..."
"Don't worry, three of my bodyguard vehicles have already gone to hold them off. Stop the car right away, I'll come and get you," Mo Shike instructed.
Complying with his words, Ye Anran promptly responded: "Okay."
Without any hesitation, she was by now at her wit's end with fear, and her foot forcefully pressed on the brake.
Squeak...
A piercing screech of brake emanated, leaving behind a prominent skid mark on the asphalt road.
Ye Anran stopped the car.
