Ouyang Yi slammed on the brakes.
He first lowered the panel on the back seat—this car was custom-made for him, like many wealthy people, he liked to add some of his own special requirements to the car, such as soundproof panels, and privacy panels. As long as this panel was lowered, you couldn't see the situation in the back seat from the side windows of the cabin.
He set the panel in place before lowering the window beside the driver's seat.
Outside the window stood Xia Ling, hurrying and looking anxious: "Are you... Ouyang Yi? We met at Xingyu's wedding. You just came from her house's direction, did you go there? There's so much smoke coming from there, is it on fire? Is her place on fire? How is Xingyu now?"
Separated by the panel, Su Xingyu, curled up in the car's back seat, could still hear Xia Ling's voice.
It turns out, not everyone in the world had abandoned her, during her time in isolated captivity, good friends still cared about her...
