"I'm fine. What about you?"
Only after confirming that Su Qiao was truly unharmed did Chu Jingchen let out a sigh of relief.
After tearing off the airbag, Su Qiao realized that blood was streaming from Chu Jingchen's forehead.
He had clearly hit it against the steering wheel earlier.
Chu Jingchen touched his forehead, only to find his hand covered in blood, but he wasn't worried.
"My forehead is fine, but my foot is stuck. Get out first and call someone to help me."
Su Qiao glanced at the front of the car, which was hanging over empty space, and grew anxious.
Once she got out, the car might lose its balance. Besides, there wasn't enough time to call for help now.
Ordinary people wouldn't dare come forward to rescue them either.
She immediately tucked the knife behind her waist, bent down, and went over to help him, trying to pull away the metal plate and deformed door trapping his leg.
Chu Jingchen hurriedly stopped her. "Don't. Get out of here quickly. I smell gasoline. The fuel tank has been damaged."
"No. If we leave, we leave together." How could Su Qiao possibly leave him here to await death? She stubbornly continued trying to pry open the deformed door and metal fragments.
As the smell of gasoline grew stronger, Chu Jingchen glanced at the surging river below and grew even more anxious. "Go! If we don't leave now, it'll be too late. My leg is wedged too tightly. I won't be able to get it out anytime soon."
Su Qiao's hands had gone red from prying, but she still hadn't managed to pull open the deformed car door and metal fragments from the front of the vehicle. She was beginning to grow irritated.
Hearing him chatter on and on, she