The two trees were already making cracking sounds, probably unable to hold on for much longer.
He Jingyao's face was as stern as water.
He glanced at Feng Qian and asked, "How much longer can it hold?"
"Ten minutes," Feng Qian said, looking troubled.
At this rate, they probably wouldn't be able to drag the car up. The problem was that they were halfway up the mountain, isolated with no help available in time.
He Jingyao nodded slightly and then turned, walking toward the edge of the cliff.
"Sir!" Feng Qian's face changed slightly upon seeing this, "It's too dangerous; you shouldn't go there."
"It's fine, hold on," the man said, taking off his coat and tossing it to the ground, walking to the edge, nearly stepping on the cliff.
He placed his right hand on the car and twisted open the backseat door while leaning over slightly.
The car body shook violently.
He looked back at Feng Qian, who nodded.
