Lao Wang's hand shook violently and the car almost deviated from the lane.
Calculating the time, if he had not listened to Jiang Muyao just now and continued driving on that road.
Then, their car must have been involved in the accident.
He subconsciously glanced at the rearview mirror and met Jiang Muyao's calm gaze.
"Turn right at the second intersection ahead," Jiang Muyao suddenly said, "Avoid the construction section."
This time, Lao Wang did it without saying a word.
As the car turned into the small road, a sharp brake sound came from the front.
On the main road that the bus was originally going to pass, a bus suddenly lost control and crashed into the construction fence on the side of the road.
Pei Linyuan lowered the car window, glanced at the chaotic intersection, then looked at Jiang Muyao who was resting with her eyes closed beside him, his eyes full of deep meaning.
Lao Wang's hands were still shaking as he gripped the steering wheel. He looked at Jiang Muyao through the rearview mirror, his voice choking.
"Madam, if it weren't for you... I would have been in trouble. What would have happened to my family..."
Jiang Muyao opened her eyes and looked at Lao Wang:
"Old Wang, is your daughter going to the mountains to sketch today?"
Lao Wang's hand holding the steering wheel trembled:
"How did you know, ma'am? My daughter is going to the mountains with her art class today..."
He thought about Jiang Muyao's prediction coming true, and now she mentioned his daughter... Could it be...
Jiang Muyao counted with her fingers and said with a bad expression:
"Call her immediately! Ask her to come back"
After what happened just now, driver Lao Wang still trusts Jiang Muyao very much.
Although he didn't know why the lady who usually only knew how to commit suicide seemed to have become a different person.
Since it concerned his daughter, Lao Wang quickly pulled over and took out his cell phone to dial a number.
The phone rang for a long time before it was connected:
"Dad? What's wrong? I don't have a good signal in the mountains..."
"Nannan! Come back immediately! Don't go to the mountains."
"But the teacher said we have to finish this painting..."
Jiang Muyao suddenly snatched the phone:
"Xiaomei, listen to me, are you under a crooked pine tree now?"
A surprised voice came from the other end of the phone: "How did you know?"
"Leave there immediately," Jiang Muyao said sternly.
"Walk a hundred meters east, there's a stream there. Walk downstream along the stream to meet up with the main force!"
There were footsteps and panting sounds on the other end of the line.
Suddenly there was a loud "boom" and the phone was disconnected.
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