"President, slow down a bit." Le Qingqing was sitting with a bit of trepidation. Although Jun Mo's driving skills were very good, the way he continuously weaved through the traffic and overtook one car after another was truly dangerous.
No sooner had Le Qingqing's words fallen than a car unexpectedly cut across in front of them, and Jun Mo had to slam on the brakes. His speed was too fast, and when he braked abruptly, Le Qingqing's body lurched forward, luckily held in place by the seatbelt, which kept her from actually colliding with the dashboard. However, the bouquet she had placed beside her fell because of Jun Mo's emergency braking.
For some reason, Jun Mo's foot landed right on the bouquet, crushing the delicate blossoms without fail.
