The sound was so immense that the coffee Gu Qili had just sipped almost sprayed out.
She instinctively turned her head, looking back at the coffee shop through the car window.
The road in front of the shop was where she had just left, and now there was a black Jeep stopped there, with a woman in white lying in front of it, "Hu Jiaojiao?" Gu Qili felt her own voice waver, and the hand holding the coffee cup squeezed so hard that the white ice cream and the brown liquid oozed out together, splattering her all over.
Mu Shuoqian slowly pulled the car over to the side of the road and followed her gaze to see the hit-and-run driver turning the vehicle to the right, driving away without even checking the scene.
Gu Qili noted down his license plate but couldn't make out his face; he wore a cap and sunglasses, and even a mask in the midst of summer, she guessed the license plate must also be fake, otherwise, how would he dare to commit a hit-and-run in broad daylight.
