Fang Xiaonuan said aggrievedly, "Being on the road isn't peaceful."
Hearing his little wife's voice, Ji Lingchen lost all his temper. He could only say softly, "Be good. That's because you were near flowers just now." Fortunately, there were only flowers beside them. If it was a fence, she would have directly crashed into it. If it was a cliff, the car would've driven off it.
The Ji family's workers had delivered flowers early in the morning. They were to be planted in the garden. In the end, the flowers had not even stayed in the soil for a day before they died under the wheels of Fang Xiaonuan's car.
When Fang Xiaonuan heard this, her heart instantly ached for the flowers. She unbuckled her seatbelt and was about to get out of the car to take a look, but she stepped on the accelerator again forgot to change gears. The car started moving again.