The heart-stopping moment just now had almost made Ji Anning's heart leap out of her chest, and it took a long, long time before she recovered from the shock.
She patted her chest and glanced at the rearview mirror, where the black sports car was slowing down, its distance from them growing wider and wider.
Their speed had also decreased, Ji Anning released the safety handle, breathed a sigh of relief, and felt as if a heavy weight had been lifted.
"Scared?" Ji Chicheng looked at Ji Anning and asked with a slight smile.
"Of course," Ji Anning's heart gradually calmed down, and with a grin, she added playfully, "But I felt more thrilled than scared."
Ji Chicheng raised an eyebrow, "More exciting than climbing to the attic to shoot people with a slingshot?"
Shooting people from the attic with a slingshot?
