The horsepower-packed Land Rover sped along the city's roads, nearly flying off the overpass several times. Ye Shuilan tightly grasped the handle on the car door, her lips pressed together, yet she remained silent.
Seeing this, Qi Fang was even more certain that this woman was definitely not as simple as she appeared.
Otherwise, any ordinary woman would have been screaming repeatedly by now.
Well, it at least kept his ears peaceful.
Qi Fang looked at the car relentlessly pursuing them from behind. Someone stuck their head out of the car window, brandishing a baseball bat.
His lips curled into a cold smile as he focused on the road ahead. A glance to both sides; beside him was a lane of oncoming traffic. Ahead, there was a highway ramp, with only one chance to change lanes.
