"You are ignoring my words?" Liu Zi in the back came near and said in a strange tone. "Are you only going to be happy if you are cut?"
"Yes… Yes… Ah, no!" Wu Ruoyu struggled out of her lethargy and spoke softly.
"Chen Fan, Chen Fan, where are you?" Wu Ruoyu could only start the car again with a silent sob in her throat, but she believed Chen Fan would have some way to save her, although she couldn't guess how.
The car slowly pushed over the yellow grass on the road. Wu Ruoyu was very anxious as she drove slowly.
Creak! Creak!
Just as the A4 was halfway up the back of the BMW, there was a sickening sound of friction under the car. Without words from Wu Ruoyu, both men understood the car's chassis was scratched.
"Speed up!" The man in the grey jacket sat in the front seat, and the car itself was low with the weight of three people. Under these circumstances, it was not uncommon to scrape to the bottom of the car against the gravel.
