Jun Mochan pressed the accelerator to the floor, and the car darted through the streets like a mad dog.
The neon lights flashed past quickly, and figures like ghosts skimmed past the car windows.
A large truck appeared at a turning corner, and Jun Mochan suddenly hit the brakes, stopping the car just one centimeter away from the truck.
The truck driver, scared out of his wits, came to his senses and leaned out, "Are you insane? Driving so fast in the city area?"
Yes, he was insane, driven nearly mad.
Jun Mochan had never felt so helpless as he did now.
Just as he was about to speak, his phone rang. He picked it up; it was Zhou Xian calling.
He pulled the car over to the side, clearing the way, before answering the call.
"Ah Xian, what's up?" His voice was the same as always, unchanged.
"I've gathered some domestic and international experts for you, let them take a look at Ranran." Relying solely on the family doctor isn't reliable.
