He used the remote on the keyring to unlock the car door, and they slipped into the sedan.
"Get down on the floor."
He said, pressing his hand on the back of her head, urging her to follow orders.
She crouched on the floor of the back seat of the sedan.
The young boy had already obediently folded himself into the gap between seats, protecting his little head, sticking his butt out like a tiny ostrich.
Jiang Xiaoxiao held Ziluo tightly; the girl's breath was rapid, her gaze unfocused—clearly, her heart condition had already struck.
He started the engine, pressing the garage door opener on the remote.
The garage door rose upward, and the ceiling lights automatically switched on.
He glanced at her, smiled slightly, then shifted the car into first gear.
He slammed down the accelerator, and the car silently surged forward.
The first gunshot shattered the car window above her head, scattering glass inside the vehicle.
