Looking at the only remaining car mangled beyond recognition, Lin Chuxia's face turned even paler, her voice trembling as she said, "Gu Yuheng, that truck, it has fallen down... "
"What about the driver?"
"He fell down with it."
Upon hearing this, the tension holding Gu Yuheng's heart tight finally eased somewhat.
It was clear that the truck was targeting them, and if the driver were still alive, he would certainly pose a threat to her.
Assured of her safety, Gu Yuheng let out a long sigh of relief, then said softly, "Then that's good."
Although those three words were spoken softly, Lin Chuxia, who had been anxiously listening for any sounds from below, heard them and instantly understood his concerns; she knew exactly what he meant by "then that's good."
Her eyes, already reddened, instantly filled with tears. This man, even at such a time, was only worried about her. Didn't he realize that his own predicament was the most urgent at this moment?
