Tears streamed like a fountain!
Full of regret!
Fang Qingya bit her red lips until they bled crimson blood.
At this moment,
No amount of regret or self-blame could turn back time.
Wu Jie picked up some tissues from the bedside table and handed a few to Fang Qingya.
"Stop crying! What's the use of crying? Can it solve the problem?"
"You used to boast about your good driving skills and long driving experience, thinking you were the world's best driver! But what's the result?"
"The best car, staying in the best hospital, wearing the most expensive cast, sitting in the most expensive wheelchair!"
Seeing that Fang Qingya was unmoved, Wu Jie immediately took the initiative to wipe her tears.
"Fortunately, you didn't hit 200 mph, otherwise you two would be really done for!"
"Racing is a sport, alright, but reckless racing without focus is just asking for death!"
"Like when you often took part in underground racing, was it that thrilling? That cool? That exciting?"
