Yao Rong looked in the direction the car had left, a hint of confusion in her heart.
"Why have people been targeting you lately? Should we call the police?"
On hearing this, Gu Chuyan reached out to squeeze Yao Rong's cheek, staring at her earnest expression. She said, "If calling the police worked, why would we need bodyguards?"
They both stood in the middle of the road, looking at each other, each deep in thought.
Everyone had been frightened by what had just happened, but they were all trying hard to remain calm, afraid that if they panicked, the others would too.
Suddenly, there was a screech from not far away, and a sedan was racing towards them.
The car was moving incredibly fast, heading straight for the two of them. Startled, Gu Chuyan instinctively stepped in front of Yao Rong, but Yao Rong pulled her back.
The scraping sound of the tires against the road was so sharp it pierced the ear.