C717 Run

West Loop Road, traffic like a shuttle.

Xia Ling, who was sitting in the backseat, looked at the scenery outside and silently counted the numbers.

Ten, nine, eight, seven...

"F * ck, what's with that car? Is the driver drunk?"

The driver cursed loudly and hurriedly turned the steering wheel.

With a bang, a car crashed into Xia Ling's car