Zhang Yang raced through his sentence, then waited for a response from the other end.
The reason he had to call Shen Mange was quite embarrassing: he had lost her.
After all, Zhang Yang was just an average driver, and this was the city center, where cars were less maneuverable than motorcycles. Not to mention, that girl had run several red lights, which made Zhang Yang's heart skip a beat.
He had no choice but to give up the chase, to allow Shen Jiayi to drive normally.
Otherwise, before he could catch up with Shen Jiayi, she would have had an accident.
On the other end of the phone, Shen Mange had finally sobered up quite a bit.
Many people knew Shen Jiayi liked to ride bikes, but few knew she had a heart condition.
"Who are you?"
Shen Mange also asked hastily.
