"Xi'er, what's wrong?"
Yan Ruoxi was dozing off with a face mask on but was suddenly jolted awake by Xiaoli's somewhat sharp voice.
"Uh... it's nothing..."
Xiaoli's voice was slightly stiff; her mind was now a chaotic mess, and she couldn't calm down no matter how much she tried to suppress herself.
"Hey, there was a car accident outside just now, a middle-aged man was hit by a bus!"
The beautician responsible for Yan Ruoxi walked in, her words made Xiaoli's heart race as she bit her lip, not knowing whether Niu Hui was dead or alive.
She steadied her voice and casually chimed in, "The injured person should have been taken to the hospital right away, right?"
"What hospital! I heard the man died on the spot! So much blood, it's really pitiful! Maybe even the heavens felt sorry for him, it just rained heavily with the sun out, sending him off! His body has reportedly been taken to the morgue and will probably be cremated soon! What an unpredictable world!"
