Du Shan quickly unbuckled his safety belt, turned his head with concern, and asked, "Miss, are you alright? I'll take you to the hospital right away."
Yun Ya rubbed her forehead, "It's nothing, just a bit of a concussion, I'll be fine after some rest."
The black sedan also came to a stop, and Du Shan's eyes narrowed as he briskly stepped out and walked toward the black sedan.
He pulled open the door, grabbed the driver by the collar, hauled him out, and without a word, punched him in the face.
"Do you even know how to drive? Didn't you see the red light? In such a hurry to be reborn, if anything had happened to my Miss, even ten heads wouldn't be enough for you to pay." Du Shan was also furious, thankful for his quick reflexes. Otherwise, a direct collision could have led to unimaginable consequences.
The driver was at fault and didn't say a word.
