C527 You're Starting to Care about Me

Mu Qiange only felt the pain when her fingers lightly touched the place where she was hit. She dodged backwards.

Mu Qiange reached out and touched her forehead. "Maybe when the car crashed, the inertia rushed forward and the forehead hit the steering wheel."

Jian Zheng bent down and went closer to see where her forehead was red. He reached out his hand again to touch it