The man stepped on the accelerator, the short dark brown hair lashing against the side of his face like exceedingly loud slaps.
Suddenly, a horn blared from behind, "Bee-beep-beep——"
Mo Nanjue glanced at the rear-view mirror, seeing a similar car in hot pursuit. His gaze darkened. Had this damned woman gone mad?!
Tong Ran wasn't skilled at driving and did it infrequently. The night was very late, and there were hardly any cars on the street. She gripped the wheel tightly, eyes locked on the car in front of her.
A hundred kilometers, a hundred and fifty, two hundred——
He sped up, and so did she.
Mo Nanjue pulled off his tie and tossed it onto the passenger seat, gripping the steering wheel tightly as he suddenly made a sharp turn!
Bam!
The front of his car grazed the guardrail as he made a complete turnabout, driving in the opposite direction just as Tong Ran was approaching.
"Mo Nanjue!"
She called out, but the man didn't look back. His car zipped away into the distance.
