A man, on seeing this, yelled, "Damn it! Speeding and running a red light! Does he think the street is a racetrack? That driver must be mad... Stop him..."
Before he even finished the word "stop," WHOOSH! The car had already sped past him, nearly hitting him. Frightened, he threw up a hand, staggered, and fell face down on the ground.
All the security personnel dropped Xu Xiaoya and immediately moved to surround them. However, upon seeing the outrageously luxurious car and its unique license plate, no one dared to speak first.
The temporary workers looked at each other in confusion. Meanwhile, Wan Donglin had already stepped out of the car and strode over, followed by two burly bodyguards in plain clothes.
He first glanced at Yan Xixi, who was frantic and pale as a ghost, then turned to the crowd and calmly asked, "Xixi, who stopped you?"
Yan Xixi glanced at the "buzzcut," the first man who had stopped the car.
