C149 Trolley God

Creak!

The ear-piercing sound of brakes and the sound of tires skidding rang out at the same time. Following which, the roar of the car slowly came to a halt.

Shu Qingcheng's eyes were still tightly shut. Her hands tightly gripped the front window, and her fingers were gripped so tightly that they turned white. Her whole body trembled like an automobile engine, making Wang Xiaojian