"Qingqing, is it just me, or is the car behind following us?" The purple Porsche Su Yu saw from the rearview mirror had been behind them for a while. Weird.
Before Lin Qingqing could even get a good look at it, the Porsche sped up—it was going after them. Shoot. "Sit tight, Yu!" Her eyes narrowed, her grip on the steering wheel tightened.
Just as they'd thought, the Porsche made the same sharp turn as they did. And when they sped past the yellow light thinking they'd escaped, it ran the red light, trying to rear-end them like a maniac.
Lin Qingqing hit the brakes hard, spinning the wheel. Though the car drifted to the opposite lane, the Porsche still hit them from behind. Smoke hissed, escaping from the wrecked rear. The driver of the Porsche was long gone, fleeing the accident scene right after the collision.
The jolt of the crash knocked Su Yu unconscious, blood streaming down the side of her head.
