Song Anqi left the villa and ran into the butler.
The butler was startled when he saw the bloodstain on her forehead: "Miss, this is..."
"Butler, give me the car keys!"
"But Miss, your forehead is still bleeding. Let's get the first-aid kit and treat the wound first?"
The butler said timidly.
However, Song Anqi couldn't listen, her eyes wide with anger: "Nonsense! I told you to get the keys, just do it. Why so much talk?!"
"But..."
The butler tried to say more, but Song Anqi, in anger, snatched the car keys from his hand and walked towards the garage.
Sitting inside her bright red Ferrari, it seemed her ears were still echoing with the roars and scoldings of her father.
Half of her face still burned painfully, her ears buzzing, and the more she thought, the angrier she got. Song Anqi fiercely slammed down the gas pedal.
Vroom—
Immediately, the bright red Ferrari shot out of the garage like an arrow off the string.
