The sports car screeched to a halt. The expected BANG of the cell phone hitting the ground never came. Instead, a large, outstretched hand deftly caught it in one fluid motion.
Still, he rushed forward a few steps, his heart pounding with residual fear.
The car owner leaned out and praised, "Donglin, it seems your skills are truly as good as they say."
Wan Donglin gave a bitter smile. Is Zhou Ting trying to intimidate me?
"If I *were* one step slower, I fear my life would have ended up like that phone."
Zhou Ting was dismissive. "Do you think my driving skills are that bad? I was just testing your reaction. My father mentioned your skills are excellent, especially since you've served in the military. So, I deliberately tested you. Clearly, even after all these years, you haven't neglected your training..."
This was, in fact, the truth. Even if the Zhou Family were to kill someone, Zhou Ting herself certainly wouldn't dirty her hands.
