Wen Meimei nodded knowingly and conveyed the message to Qiao King of Hell.
Half a minute later, the taxi smoothly entered onto the highway.
Wen Meimei let out a long sigh of relief and looked back; those cars that were following them were gone!
That's great!
Wen Meimei sat up excitedly and looked at Qiao King of Hell's handsome face, but saw that his complexion was pale, without a trace of color on his thin lips.
Qiao King of Hell was... No, don't be like this...
The smile on Wen Meimei's face gradually faded, and she asked with a trembling voice, "Chengxun... are you injured?"
"It's nothing, don't worry." Qiao Chengxun tried to keep his voice as normal as possible to reassure her.
How could Wen Meimei calm down? She wanted to check where his wounds were but feared hurting him, so she could only ask, "Where are you hurt?"
