A silver sports car sped down the street. Bi Xia glanced sideways at the young man beside her with a stern expression, sensing the low air pressure around him. She tilted her head slightly and suddenly raised her hand to scratch his chin.
Screech—
The harsh sound of brakes echoed. The young man sharply turned the wheel to avoid the truck that nearly hit them, then he accelerated and turned into an alley.
As soon as the car stopped, the young man turned fiercely to face Bi Xia. Behind his sunglasses, his phoenix eyes were filled with fear and coldness, "Do you know how dangerous that was just now?"
Bi Xia remained silent. She hadn't expected Qin Zhan to react so strongly. If it weren't for Qin Zhan's quick reflexes, they might have actually gotten into an accident...
Looking at the silent Bi Xia with her head bowed, Qin Zhan took a deep breath. Finally, he raised his hand to touch the top of her head, "I'm sorry, Little Nine."
