Xiyan jumped out, twisting her ankle slightly. Fortunately, it wasn't a big deal. She ran back and picked up the gift bag on the ground.
Whew, thank goodness, thank goodness it didn't break.
If something had happened to the gift, Zeyu would have gotten punched by Ou Jue for no reason, and she would've lost face for life. Xiyan wouldn't ever have the guts to see Zeyu again.
The Lamborghini abruptly screeched to a halt, and the car door was forcefully pushed open.
Ou Jue stormed out, not even bothering to close the car door as he ran straight toward Xiyan.
He grabbed her shoulders, inspecting her body frantically from side to side before raising his piercing black eyes to glare at her furiously. "Xia Xiyan, are you brain-dead? What the hell is going on in your head? Do you realize if my car had been slightly faster, you would be dead? Do you fucking have a death wish?"
Another unprovoked, scathing scolding right to her face.
