The car shook with the impact.
Ji Weitian stopped her complaints and leaned forward with concern, asking, "Assistant Song, is your head okay?"
"It's fine, nothing's wrong at all," the assistant zoomed back into the driver's seat, wishing he could pretend he was invisible.
He hadn't heard or seen anything just now.
The assistant hastily buckled up and turned around carefully to ask Qin Nanyu, "Boss, where are we going now?"
"Take another round, wait for my call."
Having said that, Qin Nanyu stretched out his hand to reopen the car door and got out, leaning on the doorframe with one hand, bending over to look at Ji Weitian in the car.
"It's not that your waist is hurting more, come on, I'll take you back for another check."
Qin Nanyu's expression was somewhat stiff when he said this.
