The sedan car charged forward with unstoppable momentum, colliding with the truck ahead.
However, the expected sound of impact did not occur; most of the sedan disintegrated on the spot, with the remainder being crushed underneath the truck.
Around them were bamboo and wooden strips scattered everywhere, along with colorful paper fluttering in the air.
This car, it was actually made of paper!
Uncle Qin swiftly took a side step, taking Li Zhiyuan up the steps as the truck passed by in front of them; it was apparent that the driver inside the cabin was also rubbing his eyes vigorously, constantly checking the rearview mirror.
He too seemed to feel like he had hit something earlier and was doubting if he had been hallucinating due to tired driving.
Uncle Qin set Li Zhiyuan down, and Li Zhiyuan took a deep breath and asked, "Uncle, what kind of car were we just in?"
"The one you've seen before, we have one on the first floor at home."
