Asher Hawn had a faint smile on his lips when he thought of his engagement tonight and his surprise for preparing Nora Smith tonight.
His big, well-knit hands, holding the steering wheel tightly, drove in the direction of The Hawn Goup.
Suddenly, a woman in a white skirt in front of her, running back in a panic, rushed straight out of the road and rushed towards Asher Hawn's car.
Asher Hawn's face sank and he stepped on the brakes.
Crunch …
A sound of car tires rubbing against the ground.
Rao is Asher Hawn already quick-eyed and quick-witted to step on the brakes, or hit the woman.
Handsome eyebrows frowned, and Asher Hawn opened the car door, got out of the car, and looked down at the pale woman lying on the ground.
This woman seems a little familiar.
Asher Hawn rubbed his eyebrows and remembered that it seemed to be the resident singing of the charm bar.
He once heard her sing in the bar.
I don't know why she suddenly rushed out of the road and hit his car.