C175 Hu Siqian's Head Hurt

"Honey, are you okay?"

Zhang Xuan couldn't bring himself to savor the pleasant sensation in his palm as he quickly inquired.

"I'm fine!"

Xia Meng's face was ashen, clearly shaken by the incident.

Zhang Xuan's anger was through the roof. He hadn't stopped on the road, but in a parking area—how could they still get hit?

But as he was about to step out and confront the other driver..