I Will Listen to You

However, the car didn't stop but continued to crash forward.

Enduring the pain, Gu Wan'an quickly stepped on the brakes and turned the steering wheel.

The wheels drifted and crashed around a few times before finally stopping.

After surviving the disaster, Gu Wan'an's legs went weak and her throat was a little dry. She panted and glanced at Gong Yifeng in the backseat.

There were several cuts on his forehead, and blood was still flowing down.

She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, unbuckled her seatbelt with trembling hands, and got out of the car.

There was a black luxury car parked behind the car. The bumper had been knocked off.

"If you don't know how to drive, then don't drive. Do you think you're dancing? If you want to die, go somewhere else!"

The owner of the car was a man in his forties. He cursed as soon as he got out of the car.