The piercing noise reached Xie Limo on the other end of the phone. His intricate brows knitted and his heart palpitated. "What happened?"
Yun Bixue struggled to sit upright and covered her head tightly. She shook her head at Xie Shiyi, then gritted her teeth as she tried to calm down. She said through the phone, "Limo, I am fine. It seems that two vehicles ahead of us were involved in a small accident. We will go take a look first and talk to you later."
With that, she hung up the call and dialed for the police.
The truck in front flashed its lights and reversed, almost slamming into their car.
Xie Shiyi was bleeding at that moment, but she focused ahead and swerved, avoiding the vehicle in front.
"Young Madam, hold on tight."
"Xie Shiyi, I am getting out of the car. Let's work together." This was a plotted murder. Either they die, or they destroy that car.
