Ming Yao drove the car for a distance.
When she got to the fly-over and was going downhill, the brakes suddenly lost control.
No matter how hard Ming Yao pressed, the brakes wouldn't respond.
The speed of the car kept increasing.
Both Ming Yao and Si Ye realized something was wrong.
"Little Yao, the brakes aren't working?"
Ming Yao's little face was tense, and she nodded with a solemn expression.
Her car had just been serviced not long ago; there shouldn't be any issues with the brakes unless someone had tampered with them secretly.
There were already many cars on the fly-over, and if they collided with another car, they might accidentally crash through the guardrail and be shattered to pieces.
Ming Yao held the steering wheel tightly as the car whizzed past between two sedans.
The drivers of the two sedans couldn't help but curse out loud upon seeing this.
"Have a death wish?"
"Driving so fast, are you in a hurry to reincarnate?"
