Leng Ran, in the driver's seat, drove the car smoothly and calmly. But if you looked closely, you would notice that her knuckles had turned white from gripping the steering wheel too tightly.
"Drive faster, if we're late, we're all dead," Leng Peixi's words were filled with hostility and urgency. She had lost this game completely and had to leave the country as soon as possible, or it would be the end for her.
"Okay, Aunt," Leng Ran replied, stepping hard on the accelerator, sending the car speeding down the mountain.
On the winding mountain road at night, there were almost no cars. Once they exited the mountain road, there was a big road leading directly to the city's main road, left turn towards the airport. Leng Peixi was leaving the country through diplomatic channels again this time, and today was the last day of validity.
