Zhou Qian stepped on the brake and looked back puzzled, "What's wrong?"
"Come over, switch with me."
Song Guanchao didn't explain much.
Seeing his serious and grave expression, Zhou Qian didn't ask further, unbuckled her seatbelt, climbed into the back seat, and swapped places with Song Guanchao.
"Buckle up."
"Oh, oh." Zhou Qian hastily fastened her seatbelt, feeling somewhat nervous.
Wu Yun also sensed something was amiss, gripping the seatbelt tightly.
Song Guanchao slowly released the brake under his foot and slowly moved toward the traffic cones.
He was about to floor the accelerator and burst through when,
"Shush, shush!"
Blinding headlights suddenly lit up a hundred meters behind the cones.
A row of trucks had silently stopped a hundred meters away.
In the heavy rain, their outlines had been hidden until now when the lights lit up, revealing them in the darkness.
Song Guanchao's pupils constricted, realizing his inner fears had come true.
"Sit tight!"
