Over by the trees, Wen Zhao was leaning against a trunk, smoking, as he watched the tow truck haul away his G-Wagon.
“You okay, Zhao?” Pei Qingrui shouted, jumping out of his car.
Wen Zhao glanced down at his arm. It was scraped up by some glass, but otherwise, he was fine.
Cheng Xiao got out of the car after him, his expression grim. “What happened? How did you end up hitting the guardrail?”
“Run


