Ji Chengzhou looked into Sang Qian's eyes, "Scared?"
"Scared."
"If you're scared, hold on tighter."
"Okay." Sang Qian had barely finished speaking when the car abruptly braked, the tires screeching against the road, and at the same time, Ji Chengzhou pushed the door open, leaping out with her in his arms.
Immediately following, there was a thunderous crash as the car behind them, unable to react in time, slammed into them.
Shen Ming took a few seconds to react before pushing the door open and getting out of the car. He approached the driver's side of the rear car and saw the person inside had already passed out on the airbag, blood flowing from a forehead wound.
Only then did he turn and walk toward Ji Chengzhou at the roadside, "Boss, are you all right?"
"I'm fine." Ji Chengzhou looked towards Sang Qian, "How about you?"
Sang Qian shook her head, "I'm fine."
Ji Chengzhou took out his phone, dialed a number, and reported the address, asking someone to come pick them up.
