Perhaps she was too afraid, she dared not cry too loudly.
Ji Anning glanced at Luo Shuai; his hands clutched the steering wheel, veins bulging on the back, each looking like it was about to burst.
Oh no!
A large truck loaded with goods suddenly appeared at the sharp turn ahead.
Ji Anning saw and instantly felt her heart about to burst; this road wasn't wide, barely able to fit two vehicles.
Now their car couldn't brake, and it was driving against the flow. How would the oncoming car pass?
'Beep beep beep...'
Luo Shuai kept pressing the car horn, steering the car against the hillside, scraping along, making the car bounce, almost flipping over several times.
But the speed didn't decrease at all, as if the accelerator was always pressed down.
Someone must have tampered with this car, definitely!
Someone certainly tampered with the car, someone wanted her dead.
