The girl crying for help saw the two 'suckers' standing there foolishly watching the excitement, and felt a burst of joy in her heart, thinking she was saved this time.
There just happened to be two scapegoats to take the blame for a while, allowing her to cleverly slip away during this brief period.
Was her idea correct?
Of course!
At this very moment, in a dangerous situation.
For her, this was the optimal solution.
As for what kind of tragic end the two 'suckers' would meet while taking the blame for her, that was not something she considered.
Who told you to come out and watch the fun without wearing helmets?
"Mr. Sun, what should we do?" Ozawa Masami, a naive urban elite who has worked in an office since graduation, had no skills to handle such a sudden situation. She clung to Sun Dasheng's arm, shaking it non-stop, while the large Lei on her chest swung in panic, brushing against him.
Feeling the softness on his arm, Sun Dasheng's mind wandered.
