The Overbearing CEO's Little Wildcat (7)

"No," Su Qiao replied decisively, pausing her hand before pulling it back.

Although the original owner had a driver's license, the family always had a chauffeur, so she never really had a chance to drive herself.

444 nearly had a heart attack: [……]

You don't know how to, yet you're so reckless?

And you can say it with such conviction?

"Stop the car."

Su Qiao decided to make the damn guy in front stop the car first, then kill him.

Hearing the sudden voice from behind, Old Chen's grip on the steering wheel tightened considerably, his knuckles white and trembling slightly.

A drop of cold sweat slid down his temple, and his lips trembled slightly: "Miss, we can't stop here."

Su Qiao's icy black eyes glanced at him. She reached out and directly gripped his neck from behind.

Her clear, pleasant voice, devoid of any warmth, said, "Die now, or stop the car."

"M-Miss, this is on the bridge, we really… really can't stop."

Old Chen couldn't help but shiver, his teeth chattering.

Could it be that Miss Su… could it be that she… found something out?

Although he felt somewhat sorry for Miss Su, he had no choice.

His wife had been bedridden for years, requiring medical expenses.

His son couldn't find a good job even after graduating from university.

His daughter was about to go to university soon, and the family needed money everywhere.

If he died just like this, what would happen to them?

Thinking of this, the previously hesitant Old Chen gritted his teeth and firmed his resolve once more.

Miss Su, I'm sorry, but I, Old Chen, have no choice.

Su Qiao's eyes turned cold, and she was about to strike a killing blow, but then 444 suddenly yelled.

[Oh no, I just found out this person already has a terminal illness and won't live much longer… long]

Before 444 could finish speaking, in the blink of an eye, Su Qiao and Old Chen moved almost simultaneously.

Su Qiao clung to the car window, pushed off the seat with her feet, and her slender body plunged out of the open car window.

She rolled several times, landing on the sidewalk beside the bridge railing.

Meanwhile, Old Chen shouted, "I'm sorry!" and the car, like an out-of-control locomotive, crashed recklessly into the right bridge railing at an astonishing speed.

BANG! BANG BANG!

Several sections of the bridge railing were broken.

On the right lane, the black car following closely behind had no time to brake. It skidded and crashed directly into the rear of the silver-grey BMW.

Old Chen, along with the car, plunged with a SPLASH directly into the bottomless river.

[Host, host, are you okay? Are you injured?]

444 was pacing anxiously:

[How could you just jump out of the car without saying anything? Do you know you could have been hit and killed? If you died like that, without completing the avatar…]

"Shut up!"

Her head was already spinning, and her vision was dimming.

Plus, her entire body ached, and this idiot was still yelling, it was truly annoying.

Su Qiao slumped to the ground, leaning against a lamppost, her hand pressed to her forehead, feeling so nauseous she wanted to vomit.

The moment she heard 444 say that the old driver was terminally ill, she knew there was no room for negotiation, so she decisively jumped out of the car.

Fortunately, even without her internal energy, this body, after being adjusted, had decent physical qualities.

Coupled with her own agility, she didn't fall too badly.

[Are… are you okay?]

Knowing she was uncomfortable, 444 dared not shout anymore and asked in a low voice.

Then, as if remembering something, it slapped its little forehead: [Oh, your leg, how's your leg?]

It better not be crippled right away, that would be troublesome later.

A sharp pain shot through her right ankle, and Su Qiao shook her head.