Fortunately, Ji Xueyao had been pressing the brakes, so the car had slowed considerably, hitting the vehicle in front at only about thirty miles per hour. The airbags deployed, but luckily, no one was hurt.
Zhao Dong rubbed his forehead and frowned. "Why would someone just slam on their brakes on the overpass? I really don't get it."
Ji Xueyao also looked helpless. She turned on her hazard lights and pulled the car over to the side of the road so as not to obstruct traffic.
