The Range Rover pulled over into the emergency lane and came to a sudden halt.
Yang Fei clutched himself in pain, his facial muscles twitching uncontrollably.
His face contorted with pain, resembling a dried walnut shell, "Officer Feng, what are you doing?"
Feng Cai's hand hovered in mid-air, unable to move forward or retreat, staring dumbfounded at her own left hand.
She had only intended to twist his arm a bit, so why had it turned into that move?
Yang Fei wailed miserably, clutching the injured spot, the wrinkles on his forehead nearly deepening enough to resemble a Shar Pei.
Feng Cai'er froze for a few seconds before finally snapping out of it.
She awkwardly, somewhat embarrassed and also a bit anxious, said, "I... I really didn't mean to do that, how do you feel?"
Yang Fei grunted, his face mournful, "How could you be so harsh?"
"Oh, my poor baby..."
