Close to eleven o'clock, Ling Yuanhang drove Suxin home. The joyful Christmas songs were echoing all along the way, accompanied by flickering lights, creating a bustling scene everywhere.
A loud "bang" rang out, the car suddenly swerved to the side as if it had lost control. Suxin was startled, "Yuanhang, what's happening?"
Ling Yuanhang forcefully turned the steering wheel, stepping hard on the brakes, "Sss—sss—sss—" the screeching sound of the tire losing traction with the ground was sharp and piercing, as the car slid erratically. With a "bang," it hit a large rock at the side of the road and came to a stop. Thankfully, the speed of the car had already reduced significantly, and both of them were unharmed.
"Yuanhang, what's wrong with the car, it scared me to death!"
"I don't know, let me go check!" Saying this, Ling Yuanhang opened the door of the car and stepped out.
