C87 Car Skills!

The glass was genuine, as tough as stainless steel. When Lee Yiran's head struck it, the pain was real. She could feel several large bumps swelling painfully on her skull.

"Faang Yu, you son of a...!" Lee Yiran couldn't help but curse at Faang Yu, pleading with him to slow down. But as the car swerved suddenly, she was slammed against the door, her head bashing into the glass once more