"Bang—" A stone struck the windshield dead center.
"Screech—" Qiao Jing jerked the steering wheel hard, her car spinning out of control towards the guardrail.
"Thud!" The guardrail gave way, and the car, propelled by inertia, tumbled down the slope.
"Qiao Jing!" Zhan Qipei lost control of his emotions and ran over like a shot.
"Sister Jing!" Xu Moqian shouted loudly, his face pale with panic as he hurried over.
Zhan Qipei grabbed the guardrail, leaned to the side, and with a long stride, vaulted over it.
Upon reaching the car, gasoline flowed out in a gush; the car, upside down and wedged in place, showed Qiao Jing, through the shattered window, slumped over the steering wheel.
"Qiao Jing! Wake up!"
"Qiao Jing!!!"
Who was calling her?
Qiao Jing slowly opened her eyes, struggled up from the steering wheel, and squinted through her weak eyes out the window, making out a vaguely familiar face.
After focusing hard, she barely recognized it was Zhan Qipei.
Why was he here?