The sound of another round of gunfire echoed, and Ne-yo urged with a frown, "Hurry up!"
His voice carried an irresistible force this time, which startled Huo Qianqian back to her senses.
The car was so bumpy that it took Huo Qianqian a lot of effort to open the box. When she got the gun, her hands were still trembling.
This was the first time she held a real gun; she had never thought she'd ever have such an experience.
"Come to the front!" Ne-yo said to Huo Qianqian, "Then we'll swap positions. You take the driver's seat and drive!"
"What?" Huo Qianqian looked stunned, "But... but my driving skills are awful..."
"Then do you want to shoot?" Ne-yo's voice was tinged with coldness.
Huo Qianqian: ...
How could she possibly shoot? Was this guy joking with her?
"Otherwise, we'd better wait here and die together."
As soon as Ne-yo finished speaking, he saw Xia Wanwan climbing into the passenger seat from the back.
"Chairwoman?"
