Crash!
The rear car window shattered completely, glass fragments splashed everywhere, with a few falling into Shirley Fisher's hair, carrying an inexplicable chill!
Right after that, the sound of clanging echoed, Shirley Fisher turned around, and could clearly see that the rear compartment was already caved in, the chilly wind from outside surged in, making her breathe more urgently.
Shirley Fisher tightly gripped the handrail in the car, frightened out of her wits. Beside her, the driver also lost his previous anger, now with some fear said: "Miss, your friend doesn't happen to have a mental problem, right? I have elders above and children below, I don't want to die..."
Listening to the driver's muttering, Shirley Fisher's face grew even paler, contemplating that this maniac, Zachary Armstrong, probably failed in his proposal and wanted to perish together.
She also didn't want to die, although she didn't want to marry or have children, she really didn't want to die...
