"Ah!"
Startled by Tang Jing's cry, Xie Xiaofeng, who still had a chip in his mouth, quickly turned his head to look ahead, only to see a Yin Soul in white clothes blocking the way. Instinctively, Xie Xiaofeng slammed on the brakes.
The urgent screeching of the tires broke the silence around them.
"Ouch!" Inside the van, Chen Hao's head banged against the back of the driver's seat. Fortunately, he was protected, and Ye Yu, cradled in his arms, was not hit.
Immediately, Ye Yuqiao broke free from Chen Hao's embrace, then raised her hand to caress the wound on Chen Hao's forehead, urgently asking, "Boyfriend, are you okay?"
After blinking his eyes, Chen Hao's vision, which had been seeing stars, finally cleared, and he grabbed Ye Yuqiao's hand, counter-asking, "Yuqiao, are you okay?"
The two looked at each other, shook their heads, then exchanged a faint smile.
Since they were wearing seat belts, Xie Xiaofeng and Tang Jing, sitting in the front, were unscathed.