Her pupils contracted, but before she could scream out, a gunshot rang out, and a bullet hit the car hood behind her.
Lin Xinlan's face turned pale with fear, and she dared not move a muscle.
Rong Shaoze remained composed, with not a trace of panic.
Their pursuers behind them kept firing, bullets incessantly hitting the car. One grazed by Lin Xinlan's side and struck the side mirror.
With a loud crash, the mirror shattered. Lin Xinlan hurriedly shielded her face with her hands as a shard flew towards her, cutting her arm and immediately drawing blood.
She endured the pain without so much as a whimper.
Rong Shaoze concentrated on driving, unaware that she had been injured.
"Xinlan, are you all right?" However, he still asked with concern.
"I'm fine." Lin Xinlan said, trembling slightly, yet she was relatively composed. She hadn't fainted with fear or wet herself.
A flicker of admiration passed through Rong Shaoze's eyes.
