Kapitel 342: "We are far from achieving the 'goal', Swetheart."

Rong Xinghe was so shocked by the sudden jolt that her grip around the phone tightened. Her arms rammed into the dashboard, and the pain was instant excruciating. And intense. The girl squeezed her eyes shut and let out a muffled groan, cupping her mouth with the palm of her other hand. 

"Pass the phone to Wei, Xinghe.", Xi Yuan commanded through the other end. He had pretty much figured out the situation by now. Rong Xinghe brought the phone to her ear and sighed. "No one's hurt, Bub.", the girl placated, still recovering from the pain, "Some psycho, a moron, just crossed our car. I have noted the number from the car plate. We will deal with him later. Rest assured, we are fine."

"I said...", the man scowled, "Hand over the phone to Wei. Right now."

"Yuan..."