"I can't say if I'll die, but if you keep rambling, I guarantee you're the one who'll end up dead right now."
Sang Ning took another sharp turn, and Wan Shaohu, before he could steady himself, slammed his forehead against the car door again.
Goddammit, Wan Shaohu was already cursing in his heart. Does she really think he's trained in Iron Head Skill?
Sang Ning was obviously driving like she was possessed, so Wan Shaohu decided to zip it and not touch Sang Ning's raw nerve — she wasn't the type to listen to threats.
Fifteen minutes later, Sang Ning drove off the city's main road and onto a narrow path in the outskirts.
The road was flanked by waist-high wild grass, clearly narrower now, barely allowing two small cars to pass side by side.
The area was remote, deserted on both sides, with only a few stray vehicles passing by occasionally.
Watching the wild grass retreat in the window, Wan Shaohu suddenly tensed and sat upright, his expression growing uneasy.
