C901 He Insisted

"Drive faster."

Ling Feng sat in the front passenger's seat. His voice was as cold as usual, but his hand, which was holding the phone, was shaking slightly.

Every time the red dot flashed, his heart would tighten.

The driver did not dare to look at him. He wanted to say that it would be very easy for an accident to happen if he sped up, but in the current situation, he could not say anything