The car seemed to be out of control, its speed astonishingly fast, and it was already too late for the siblings Adam Willow and Amelia Willow to dodge.
At the critical moment, Adam Willow fiercely shielded his sister Amelia in front of him.
Screech screech screech—the sound of tires rubbing against the ground could be heard, and at the very last second, the car braked.
It stopped just a few centimeters away from Adam Willow's pant leg.
If Adam hadn't studied clinical medicine and had a bit more courage than the average person, he might have been scared witless by now.
Amelia Willow's face had turned pale, and she was unable to utter a single word.
It was a silver-gray new car, and as the door swung open, a pair of long legs stepped out. The man had broad shoulders and a narrow waist, sporting a pair of sunglasses, and he exuded an air of haughty elegance.
He took off his sunglasses, revealing a chiseled nose bridge and profound eyes.
