Yan Wanwan looked at the scenery outside the window and wondered if the diary Yin Zhan was talking about was that one. If it was that one, did Yin Zhan mean it out of goodwill?
She crossed her arms in front of her chest. Her heavy heart was no longer as chaotic as it was before, and she slowly calmed down.
Yin, drive slower. There are many cars on this road. Be careful not to bump into other people's cars.
Xu Yin ignored him. He had already stepped on the gas pedal to the maximum, and the other cars on the side of the road quickly made way for him.
Yan Wanwan fastened her seat belt, worried that something would happen at this speed.
"Yin, slow down. I'm really scared."
Xu Yin's foot, which had been stomping on the accelerator, only relaxed when he heard her trembling voice. He then slowed down the car. His face was tense and he did not say a word. The air in the car was so tense that no one dared to breathe.