Jiang Yiniing fell to the ground just as the sedan came to a stop.
Inside the sedan, the driver abruptly braked, and Lai Wenyan, propelled by inertia, steadied himself on the driver's seat with his hands.
Before Lai Wenyan could scold him, Old Liang had already gotten out of the car.
Because Old Liang realized that he had hit someone.
Just after Lai Wenyan smoothed out the creases in his suit, Old Liang came to the side of the sedan, knocked on the rear window, and, once Lai Wenyan rolled down the window, leaned in low to tell Lai Wenyan that he had accidentally knocked down a pedestrian.
"How is the injury?" Wenyan asked.
An encounter with a car accident early in the morning was undoubtedly a bad omen.
Lai Wenyan's face darkened, his thin lips pressed tightly together.
Jiang Yiniing had already gotten up from the ground.
