Jiang Nanshu's brain was in a fog, the violent shaking throbbing with pain.
She immediately came to her senses and reached for Lu Qingyan's hand, "Lu Qingyan, are you all right?"
He coughed lowly twice, "I'm fine."
Ye Yuan cursed, "Who the hell is this? I'm going to charge him with attempted murder!"
Fortunately, the branches were not thick, and the car was sturdy. Otherwise, with that force, they would have been severely injured if not dead.
Jiang Nanshu's anger surged instantly.
Ye Yuan unlocked the car doors, getting ready to let Jiang Nanshu and the others out.
Before he moved, the car door at the back seat opened first, right on Jiang Nanshu's side. She was yanked out with great force.
Lu Qingyan reached up to cover his forehead where he had been cut by the window; malice surged in his eyes. He forcefully tugged off his tie, wrapped it around his hand, and then followed getting out of the car.
