Sang Qian fell into a warm embrace. In her view, a large truck whistled past exactly where Ji Chengzhou's wheelchair had slid moments before.
If it had been a few seconds slower, Ji Chengzhou would have been a soul under the wheels.
That was close.
Shen Ming hurried over, his expression anxious, "Eldest Young Master, are you all right?"
Ji Chengzhou, watching the receding truck, his eyes and brows frosted over with a layer of cold frost and a murderous aura tumbling in his eyes; but in an instant, he regained calm and said softly, "I'm fine."
Sang Qian, still shaken, said irritably, "How can you be fine? You nearly lost your life. Didn't you hear me when I told you to hit the brakes?"
Ji Chengzhou lowered his gaze to the woman in his arms, her cheeks slightly flushed from the vigorous motion, "I heard you."
"You heard me and you didn't hit the brakes?"
"I panicked at the moment."
