Zhou Luchen's lips quirked as he reached out, his fingers flicking the paddle shifter beneath the steering wheel.
Shen Jing raised her chin at him. "I won't let you come to grief on my account."
She wouldn't mention 'death'; it was bad luck.
But to Zhou Luchen, it sounded like she meant something else.
「Twenty minutes later, a small incident did occur.」
Her phone rang. Unsure where she'd tossed it, she momentarily lost her grip on the steering wheel.
BANG—
The sports car's front end hit a road sign. Fortunately, the car's emergency safety system automatically activated the brakes, preventing any serious damage.
Zhou Luchen found it amusing. He remained calm, smoking his cigarette, not particularly concerned about this minor incident.
Shen Jing wouldn't have had an accident even if she'd floored the gas pedal. He had precise control over everything and had always been confident in his car's safety system; that was why he let her drive.
