Pei Chenyang's braking was a bit abrupt, and the phone flew into the space between the passenger and driver's seats before finally falling down.
Zhao Mengmeng was both angry and furious, standing with her hands on her hips and yelling at Pei Chenyang in front: "Kus, how do you drive? Slamming on the brakes like that at a time like this could kill someone!"
Pei Chenyang took a deep breath, the car now moving at an extremely slow pace, his fingers gripping the steering wheel tightly.
Hearing Zhao Mengmeng's strong and full voice, he knew she hadn't noticed the situation outside.
"Miss, if I hadn't slammed on the brakes and swerved just now, I'm afraid none of the three of us would be alive at this moment."
Zhao Mengmeng was taken aback, looking at him with suspicion.
Luckily they were moving slowly, so Pei Chenyang gave Zhao Mengmeng a cold glance in the mirror.
