The deafening noise suddenly disappeared.
Tong Ran's body shook violently, and even the airbag above deployed. She wiped the tears from her face and reached out to push open the car door.
But Mo Nanjue suddenly turned the steering wheel, brushing past her car and speeding away.
"Mo Nanjue—"
Tong Ran's eyes widened as she grabbed the airbag and pulled it to one side, stepping on the accelerator to catch up. The man's car was incredibly fast, the black sedan drifting left and right like a phantom. Tong Ran opened her eyes wide, unable to distinguish which one was him.
"Stop, Mo Nanjue, stop!"
Tong Ran kept honking the horn, her speed making her stomach churn. Cold wind brushed her cheeks, and the taste of blood rushed into her mouth. She bit her lower lip, refusing to let go even if it killed her.
