"Damn it! Is this person crazy? Are they trying to get themselves killed for no reason?!"
After Qin Lin slammed on the brakes, Fatty Qi's forehead crashed into the Immortal Cactus sitting on the dashboard. He grimaced in pain, cursing under his breath.
"Brother Qin, why the hell do you have an Immortal Cactus here?" Pulling spines from his forehead, Fatty Qi looked at Qin Lin in exasperation. "One hard brake and it's pure self-torture."
"Don't ask me. I wouldn't know either." Qin Lin shrugged. After all, the car belonged to Lin Qingyue, not him. He was just as confused and clueless as to why she would do such a thing.
"My poor forehead... This is brutal." Fatty Qi, who now looked like a porcupine, said with an aggrieved tone, "Brother Qin, what blind idiot just jumped in front of the car? Are they trying to scam us for insurance money?"
"Chen Mengyuan."
