After making several consecutive calls, Su Ziceng still couldn't get in touch with Yan Wuxu. "No answer, what is Ah Xiang doing?" Due to her pregnancy, Yan Wuxu's phone was kept by her driver, Ah Xiang.
The dull ringtone of the mobile phone came from the front seat. Blood dripped from the steering wheel, and the driver, Ah Xiang, was unconscious in the driver's seat, his chest barely heaving. The smell of blood and gasoline filled the deformed cabin.
The car window was smashed, and Yan Wuxu's pale, colorless face stared blankly; her lower body was stuck in the seat, with waves of abdominal pain coming one after another. She tried to pull out her legs, but there was no strength in her entire body.
Realizing the massive trouble he had caused, the thrill from the drug Fei Qing had taken faded away. He opened the car door and forced apart the seat that was crushing Yan Wuxu, and the unconscious Ah Xiang in the front seat let out involuntary groans.
