At this moment, Qin Wang's words to her were akin to chanting incantations in her ear.
She couldn't help but raise her voice to interrupt him abruptly, "Qin Wang!"
Qin Wang paused, his deep eyes, dark as ink, fixed on hers.
Song Yan emphasized each word, "I have an emergency."
If he was not prepared to take her, then she would get out of the car.
It was that simple.
After a moment of stalemate, Qin Wang finally nodded.
He gave the driver an order. As the driver put the car into gear and was about to hit the gas after signaling a left turn, suddenly with a bang, there was a collision, and the driver quickly slammed on the brakes, stopping the car.
Qin Wang instinctively protected Song Yan with his hand; seeing she was unharmed, he then asked the driver with a stern face, "What happened?"
The driver responded, "Mr. Qin, our car has been hit."
"..."
Indeed, there's no such thing as a coincidence.
