Du Shan quickly unbuckled his safety belt, turned his head with concern, and asked, "Miss, are you alright? I’ll take you to the hospital right away." Yun Ya rubbed her forehead, "It’s nothing, just a bit of a concussion, I’ll be fine after some rest." The black sedan also came to a stop, and Du Shan’s eyes narrowed as he briskly stepped out and walked toward the black sedan. He pulled open the door, grabbed the driver by the collar, hauled him out, and without a word, punched him in the face. "Do you even know how to drive? Didn’t you see the red light? In such a hurry to be reborn, if anything had happened to my Miss, even ten heads wouldn’t be enough for you to pay." Du Shan was also furious, thankful for his quick reflexes. Otherwise, a direct collision could have led to unimaginable consequences. The driver was at fault and didn’t say a word. Then, a young man dressed in white stepped out from the passenger seat, walked over with a smile, and spoke in a gentle voice, "Sir, the accident was caused by the driver’s mistake, and I am deeply sorry. We will cover the repair costs for your vehicle and we will arrange for you and the lady in your car to go to the hospital for a checkup. Rest assured, I take full responsibility for everything." The man’s attitude softened Du Shan’s anger, and he released the driver, saying coldly, "Be more careful next time when driving; not everyone you encounter will have driving skills as good as mine." The man smiled, "Yes." At that moment, a chilly voice came from the car, "What happened?" The man in white walked over, his demeanor showing a measure of respect, "Sir, don’t worry, I’ll take care of it." No other sound came from the car. Du Shan frowned, What kind of person is this, so secretive. "Brother Du." Yun Ya called out from the car. Her voice was tender and moving. In the cold, deep night, it was like a cup of warming tea or a soothing melody, gently stirring the heartstrings. Du Shan quickly walked over: "Miss." "I’m also fine; let’s not worry about it anymore, let’s go." Du Shan responded with a "yes," glanced over there, and was about to turn and leave when the man in white followed him. "Here is my business card. If you need anything, you can contact me at any time, and I will take responsibility," he said. Du Shan intended to say it wasn’t necessary, but after a moment’s thought, he accepted it anyway. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on novel★fire.net Without a word, he turned and went back to the car. The man took a few steps back as the car reversed out of the flower bed. He looked up, saw nothing clear through the closed car windows but with the flashing lights, thought he could vaguely see the outline of a girl... The car disappeared into the distance as the man turned and walked toward the black sedan parked by the roadside. The driver stood trembling beside it. The man cast a cold glance: "Such a basic mistake you’ve made. You might as well be dead." He looked at him as if looking at a dead man. The driver immediately knelt on the ground: "Mr. Fu, please give me another chance, I beg of you." With a snort, the man stepped over him, opened the driver’s door, and climbed in, leaving the driver alone on the spot as the car quickly disappeared down the road. Yun Ya took the business card, saw the name clear on it, and her eyes subtly contracted. No wonder the voice sounded so familiar. It was him. Fu Bai—Pei Qinghan’s assistant. She sighed lightly and gazed out at the night scene that blurred past the car window. She still remembered the night ten years ago when he was seriously injured trying to save her. Whatever happened after that, she had not deliberately inquired. She owed him too much in a past life, but what he wanted, she couldn’t give. So in this life, we keep a respectful distance. Without me, you can live better. Her phone rang, and Yun Ya picked it up with a smile, eagerly answering. "Brother Yan, I was just about to call you." "Where did you go earlier? Why didn’t you answer after so many calls?" Yan Song’s deep voice came through the phone, his dissatisfaction clear to Yun Ya. "Sorry, I was tied up, and I didn’t have my phone with me. Brother Yan, can you stop being upset now?" Yan Song frowned, "Where are you?" "At home." Yun Ya unconsciously replied. Just then, a large truck approached, its horn blaring deafeningly. Yun Ya instinctively covered the phone and closed her eyes. "Where exactly are you?" Yan Song’s voice turned frosty. Yun Ya said helplessly: "I’m in the car, on my way home." Yan Song glanced at his watch; it was nearly ten o’clock. She was out and about almost all night, such a fearless girl. Yun Ya looked outside: "I’m not sure, but there’s a Dennis Mall nearby with a large buffalo statue on the square."