Inside the car, the few of them had been shaken so badly by Cheng Lang's high-speed drifting that they nearly threw up. Having survived the ordeal, they stared out the windows.
Assistant Hu fumbled to unbuckle his seat belt, threw open the door, and staggered over to a tree by the roadside, where he vomited nonstop in a particularly miserable state. The driver was clearly not doing much better than Assistant Hu.
Only Qin Mu still cared about maintaining his image as he stood by the road and let the cold wind blow over him for a while. Once he had gradually calmed down, Qin Mu walked up to Cheng Lang, fixed his pitch-black eyes on him, and said very seriously, "You saved my life."
"It was nothing." Cheng Lang fished a canned drink from the car, leaned against the hood, and drank as he teased, "Does President Qin want to offer himself in marriage?"
A faint smile bloomed in Qin Mu's eyes. "You don't want to be my father anymore?"
At that, Cheng Lang could not help sighing. "The old man in your family is too conservative and reserved."
Qin Mu's voice carried a trace of amusement. "I remember you said you had no interest in inheriting an estate."
"Doesn't President Qin know?" Cheng Lang tilted his head and looked at Qin Mu with a grin. "Interests can be cultivated."
The two exchanged smiles. Afterward, Qin Mu turned solemn and said, "I will definitely give you an explanation for what happened today."
"Then I won't stand on ceremony." Cheng Lang looked at Qin Mu. "Lend me your phone."
Qin Mu did not understand why, but he obediently handed his phone over to Cheng Lang.
Cheng Lang opened the notes app and typed in the truck's license plate number. "When