The system grew more and more aggrieved, unable to stop a wave of sorrow from rising within it: [Why am I so unlucky to end up with a partner like you?]
"Qin Wenyu, that old bastard!" Assistant Hu, sitting in the passenger seat, turned pale and cursed furiously. "That little bastard might not even be his son, yet he's in such a hurry to send his own son to his death. Go ahead and kill me today if you can! If you can't, I'll kill him sooner or later!"
The driver desperately stomped on the brakes. After confirming repeatedly that they had truly failed, he immediately notified the bodyguard vehicles following behind and called for help. After doing all that, he asked pale-faced, "Boss, what do we do now?"
Qin Mu still wore that calm, unreadable expression as he stared out the window. Night had fallen deep, and the scenery beyond the winding mountain road was swallowed by darkness. Qin Mu could see only his own face reflected in the glass.
"It's foggy!" Assistant Hu's expression changed.
"It's not fog. It's snowing," the driver said. "The forecast did say there might be snow tonight."
Every year, when Old Master Qin celebrated his birthday, Qin Mu would stay one night at the Private Estate. He would never go down the mountain overnight. This year was different. Qin Wenyu and that woman had angered Qin Mu so badly that he had suddenly decided to leave.
The mountaintop was covered in hot springs, and the temperature difference between the top and bottom of the mountain was already great. Now that it was snowing, the road was likely to freeze farther down.
Cheng Lang let out a frivolous whistle. Snow and ice—this was practically the perfect accident scene.
The driver said remorsefully, "This is