The car came to a sudden stop by the roadside, causing the following three nanny cars to brake sharply as well.
A screeching noise echoed on the street, with light white smoke rising around the tires.
Wei Sanqi was still in shock, and several well-trained bodyguards had already leapt out of the nanny car behind, opening the back door and asking seriously, "Young Master Yin, are you alright?"
Shang Yin picked up the crystal bracelet that had fallen to the ground, shook his head briefly, "I'm fine."
The teenager, currently going through a voice change, was speaking intentionally in a low tone.
His voice was too awkward, even he disliked it.
At this moment, Shang Yin raised his eyes to look outside the window. Not far away was the Tribal Chief's Mansion, and the boy who had been grazed by the car was checking his arm exposed through his sleeve.
"Mu Bao, Mu Bao—"
A gentle yet somewhat anxious voice came from above the wall of the Tribal Chief's Mansion.
