Song Yi propped up his leg to get up.
What really?
She vaguely heard his light voice in the wind: "It's... reacting."
Before Song Yi could figure out whether she heard that sentence clearly, she directly heard the man's voice coming again: "Sit tight, hold on."
Upon hearing this, Song Yi knew that he was saying it to scare her. How could there be a reaction with that expression of his?
Nonsense.
Subconsciously, Song Yi immediately grabbed the handle on the side of the car. The car slid into the alley in a beautiful drift under the sunlight.
Precisely, accurately, his driving skills were comparable to those of a professional race car driver.
The car stopped steadily, without any scratches at all.
Song Yi looked at the scene in front of her, a bit shocked, and from outside the alley came the sound of cars speeding by. She guessed it must be those who were chasing them.
"Why are they chasing us?" Song Yi asked.
