Song Xiang drove all the way to the police station. The two cars behind her quickly discovered her intention and moved faster and faster. They rammed into her car whenever they had the chance.
No matter how good her driving skills were, Song Xiang could not risk her life. She was hit several times from the back of the car. Fortunately, the performance of the Cayenne was good, and she was lucky enough to stabilize the car several times.
In three more intersections, the police station is almost there.
Suddenly, the car's Bluetooth rang, and a call came through.
Song Xiang didn't dare to be distracted at all, and couldn't even see the caller ID.
The phone calls kept coming, and her speed was getting faster and faster. The two cars behind her were getting closer and closer, and the fear of death gradually spread.
Through the rearview mirror, Song Xiang saw the crazy eyes of the driver in the car behind.
Song Xiang held his breath, telling himself to stay calm and stare at the road ahead.
What she fears most is the intersection. She always feels that a car will suddenly rush out. However, this time with two Hyundais behind her, she instinctively felt that no more cars would rush out.
It happened to be a green light and the journey was smooth.
Song Xiang stepped on the accelerator and planned to pass directly.
However, a strong car light hit her, and a car came out to her right.
In the flash of lightning, Song Xiang made eye contact with the driver of the other party, and could clearly see the victorious smile of a desperado on the other's face.
Song Xiang couldn't control it and turned the steering wheel instinctively, but she couldn't control her screams either!
Bang!
There was a loud noise, accompanied by the sound of brakes and tires screeching.
Song Xiang felt that her soul was broken. The car spun around for several times and finally hit the flower bed.
She was so frightened that she couldn't close her mouth and her whole body was shaking.
She was not the one who was hit...
At the intersection, the Hyundai that rushed out to hit Song Xiang was hit by a black modified car. It rolled several times on the spot, billowing smoke, and caught fire on the spot.
The two Hyundais coming up behind wanted to rush up again, but were forced to stop by several cars following them. The driver was directly lifted out by several black-clad bodyguards.
Song Xiang huddled in the car, looking at everything that happened suddenly, with no ability to think in her mind.
She had a brush with death, just for a moment.
The man got off the black modified car, walked to the red Cayenne, and opened the car door with a cold face.
"Dead inside?"
Song Xiang's lips trembled and she couldn't move. She wanted to look up at him, but her tears fell uncontrollably.
Yan Han was already very angry, but seeing that she remained motionless, he became even more impatient. He leaned over and tried to pull her out, but he saw the tears on her face.
Tsk——
He pursed his lips, feeling irritated, "Why are you crying?!"
Song Xiang wanted to leave, but her body was out of control, and her extreme fear made her tears even more uncontrollable.
Yan Han put one hand on the roof of the car and breathed a long sigh of relief, "Come out first, it's not suitable to stay here for a long time."
Song Xiang opened her mouth and squeezed out a few words, "I'm sorry, my legs..."
Yan Han looked down and frowned, "Is your leg hurt again?"
Song Xiang shook his head, "I don't know."
Yan Han's eyes darkened slightly, his movements paused for a moment, and then he leaned in and opened the car's convertible, following the street lights to see Song Xiang's situation clearly.
No blood, at least no trauma.
He licked his lips, said repeatedly not to be angry, and took Song Xiang out of the car with a cold face.
At the intersection, there were all black cars and a swarm of bodyguards. It looked like a fight scene in a movie.
Yan Han put Song Xiang into a car, but he didn't get in the car.
"Send her to my place."
Song Xiang didn't know what his arrangements were. She was not very smart right now, so she could only listen passively.
The car door closed, and through the car window, she saw Yan Han get into another car and leave the scene quickly.
Coming and going, back and forth in less than five minutes, it was like a magic weapon descended from heaven.
Song Xiang sat in the car, looking at the changing scenery outside the car, her mind still confused.
The bodyguard sent her to a villa in the suburbs, which should also belong to Yanhan's property.
"Please wait a moment. Mr. Yan still has some matters to deal with. He will be back after finishing them."
Song Xiang was sent to the second floor. Two maids came in with some food and then left respectfully.
In less than a quarter of an hour, she had changed from an exciting escape scene to a quiet high-end study. Comparing the before and after, it was like a dream.
The surroundings were silent, Song Xiang slowly leaned back on the chair, and his consciousness gradually returned.
She raised her head, touched the water on her face, and remembered the moment when Yan Han opened the car door.
If he hadn't arrived, she might have been killed today.