"Avery, what did you say? I ran into a little trouble on the road; I'll be late picking you up. Stay at home, okay?" Joshua Hughes' deep voice came from the other end of the phone. Avery Jane looked at the car in front of her in horror. Wasn't that Joshua's car?
In this city, not many people drove the same car as him, as no one wanted to steal Joshua's thunder. So, she had only seen Joshua drive a car like this, but whose car was this?
The warm smile on her face instantly faded, replaced by anxiety and unease that quickly climbed over her. Before she could react, the car door was swiftly pulled open.
On the early morning road, there weren't many cars, yet some fool crossed the street with a car. Looking at the overturned car and the goods scattered all over the ground, Joshua Hughes frowned. After hanging up, he called someone to handle the situation and then called Avery Jane.
What did she mean by asking if he was joking? Was she blaming him for being late?
