The wheels of the silver Mayback were coated with a thick layer of mud, the front of the car was dented and emitting wisps of smoke, the car key was still in the ignition slot, and the door was wide open.
Mu Jin Huan had evidently just gotten out of the car, one leg stepping onto the stairs, and his steps abruptly halted when he saw Nan Wan being led out of the villa by the police. He remained in that position, completely still.
The original color of his leather shoes was no longer discernible, covered in mud. His black shirt was stained with paint and dust, and his usually well-groomed and neat short hair was now in disarray.
Due to the astonishing speed, the car had hit a utility pole while turning, causing his forehead to strike the steering wheel, with the blood from the wound having already dried.
In his deep eyes, the image of Nan Wan was reflected.
