"Are you okay?"
In the back seat, Han Peipei was holding Lin Fan, who was covered in blood.
His face was as pale as a sheet, having exhausted all his strength just now.
"Don't worry, troublemakers like me live a thousand years. If I don't live ten thousand years, I'm at a loss."
Lin Fan forced a small smile as he looked at Han Peipei's worried face, "I still need you... to give me ten big fat boys... how could I report to King Yama now."
"At a time like this... you're still saying such nonsense!"
With eyes full of love, Han Peipei gave Lin Fan a side-eye and then tapped her brother, Han Longhu, on the shoulder while he was driving, "Brother, drive faster and steadier, he's lost a lot of blood and can't be jolted anymore."
"Sis, one moment you want me to go faster, the next you want me to go steadier; it's tough for me... your brother is only human, you can't treat me like a helicopter."
