Chapter 1880: It Was You

He didn’t dare to touch the woman stuck under the seat; her face and arms were covered in blood, and he couldn’t tell where the wounds were. The pretty boy actually turned his head to throw up, and he hit the front seat hard.

Shouting loudly: “Drive, let me out!”

The driver was also seriously injured, his hands off the steering wheel, weakly raising his voice: “Young master, it’s dangerous, the situation is unclear, wait for them—”

“Wait for what! Wait for death!”

He was so afraid for his life, naturally, he wouldn’t travel so simply. Behind him were two cars with bodyguards. He saw figures moving outside the window, but even his father couldn’t be relied on, so these people might not be dependable either.

“I’m really sick of this crap life! Let them come, fine! My dad has only me as a son. If they really kill me, he deserves to have no descendants!”

He pulled out the gun from his waist and blew open the deformed car door.

Before the tanker hit, a sedan appeared from nowhere and crashed directly into his car. Both cars collided against the side barrier. He clearly saw that car flip over; his car was lucky, hitting a tree, avoided flipping, but wasn’t in good shape either.

The pretty boy crawled out of the car door, unable to see clearly or recognize direction, firing a few shots into the air. He was panicked but steady-handed, pushed to the edge.

The driver crawled out too, but the pretty boy kicked him back, “Why are you coming out? Go get her out! Or do you want her to die here!”

The driver didn’t even glance aside, “Young master, your safety is more important. As for individuals, not saving is fine, conserving strength, I’ll escort you to safety first.”

“Safety my ass! You know nothing!” The pretty boy pointed the gun at the driver’s forehead, “Save her!”

The driver didn’t dare dodge, his face turned pale for a moment, replied, then turned around to rescue.

He really didn’t understand why the young master cared so much about this woman. He never saw much affection between them, the young master rarely went to her room.

The pretty boy hid beside the car, concealing himself to avoid being exposed to the other’s view. Suddenly, someone grabbed him. Shocked, he raised his gun, but his wrist immediately took a hit, the gun slipped from his hand, and the world spun as someone pinned him against the car, his waist striking the door handle, causing him to grunt in pain.

Unable to cry out from the pain, he opened his eyes, meeting Yaen Chi’s icy, cold face.

The pretty boy gasped, “Grandfather?”

Yaen Chi was injured, a cut on his brow, a streak of blood running from the brow to the eye corner, his eyes were red but lacked bloodshot lines, “Grandson, fleeing without even calling for your grandfather, leaving me to die at the manor?”

“I…”

The pretty boy’s gaze swept over the overturned car, “That was you just now?”

“If I hadn’t rammed you out of the way,” Yaen Chi held his face, directing him to look at the flames in the distance, “you’d be ashes by now.”

The pretty boy’s throat choked, embracing Yaen Chi’s arm, wailing, “I was scared to death! Those bastards want me dead! I nearly kicked the bucket!”

Yaen Chi chuckled coldly, “Why hurry, I could beat you to death just the same.”

“…” The crying stuck in his throat.

“Come on, if you beat too hard, I can’t handle it, I didn’t intentionally leave you behind. But hurriedly escaping, I couldn’t consider you, but I care about you!”