Yan Ye nodded and said, "You're not entirely wrong. However, I always feel that this possibility is small."
"Why?" Feeling very perplexed, "You just brushed past him, how can you have so much analysis?"
"Intuition, I guess!"
Yan Ye still remembers the situation at the time; if the other person hadn't decisively lifted the car onto two wheels, the two cars would have collided solidly.
At the moment when the two cars brushed past each other, Yan Ye could sense the calmness and composure of that person.
Not sure why, maybe it was because that man's aura was too strong.
Or perhaps it was encountering such a situation that your heart is momentarily flustered, even somewhat at a loss.
But the other person could achieve it so effortlessly, and what made him even more surprised was that at that time, Lin Qiushu, who was sitting in his car, was pale with fright, her fingers ice-cold, entirely flustered.
After all, that was a brush with death.
