Outside the gate.
Wenxin finally managed to turn the red sports car around. She wasn't sure if it was the pain of her father's departure or disgust at her own demeaning behavior that overwhelmed her. Her emotions suddenly became a blur, and the moment her mind went blank, tears streamed ceaselessly from her eyes.
Wenxin suddenly found no one who could comfort her. He used to be there to protect her; she would have been able to cry in his arms at a time like this.
But not anymore. He had Shen Jing now.
Wenxin had barely stepped on the accelerator for two seconds when her vision blurred, and she crashed into an oncoming Porsche.
The front of her car scraped the rear of the other with a loud BANG—
Shen Jing instantly jolted, looking back in confusion.
The Porsche owner, a middle-aged man, got out of his car, cursing.
"How do you even drive? I was going straight!"
