Liang Shaochen glanced at Xia Xiaonuan sitting beside him, gritting his teeth, his eyes burning with suppressed anger.
He pressed the horn and then stepped hard on the accelerator.
The reporters didn't expect him to be so ruthless, daring to even ram people.
They were scared out of their wits, dropping their cameras and running away.
With a "bang," the camera was hit and flew through the air, crashing to the ground in pieces.
"Ah...help! My camera!"
Screams erupted from the crowd.
Xia Xiaonuan curled up in the car, her heart trembling at the sound.
The familiar scent on his jacket hit her nose, oddly calming her slightly.
The car drove onto the highway, and Liang Shaochen glanced back with a somber expression.
Seeing no one dared to follow, he exhaled slightly.
He softly said to the girl beside him, "It's okay now, you can relax."
Xia Xiaonuan slowly came back to her senses, lifting her head.
