As soon as Ze'en said this, everyone felt a cold sweat on their backs.
Li Zecheng held his breath and focused on driving.
Qiao An looked around. It was mid-afternoon, and there were few pedestrians on the streets. Moreover, this area was relatively quiet. If anything happened to them, it might be difficult to get help.
Qiao An hurriedly called Huo Xiaoran for help. Unexpectedly, as soon as the call was picked up, the car collided violently and the phone was thrown out.
On the other end, Huo Xiaoran kept calling Qiao An, "An'an, are you alright? I heard a crash. What happened?"
Qiao An didn't respond.
Huo Xiaoran immediately had a bad feeling. In an instant, his blood seemed to have frozen. He shouted hysterically, "An'an."
