"You..." Chen Ling didn't even have a chance to react before the blood from her leg dripped onto the car seat.
She was slightly ashamed, "Do you have something in your car that I can use as a cushion?"
"No, what for?" Si Jing didn't quite understand what she needed to cushion.
"It's just that my leg wound is still bleeding, and it might stain your car." Chen Ling, after all, had been a young lady, so she recognized the importance of a clean car.
The car that the man in front of her drove was expensive, and cleaning it would probably be a significant expense.
"It's okay, just bear with it for now and let the wound bleed less. I'm already rushing to the nearest hospital." Si Jing answered nonchalantly, his car hadn't been washed for a long time, and this would be a good opportunity to get it cleaned.
Hearing this, Chen Ling was momentarily dumbfounded; it wasn't up to her whether her wound bled.
Si Jing seemed to notice her confusion and explained further.
