Bai Zhi'er hurriedly looked ahead: "What happened?"
She saw three cars collide, with the one in the middle hit the worst, its front and rear severely damaged.
The car was overturned, and it seemed someone was trapped inside.
Feng Fuce initially didn't want to get involved, but Bai Zhi'er wasn't someone to stand by and do nothing.
Therefore, before his wife could speak, he had already unbuckled his seatbelt.
"I'll go down and take a look."
Saying this, he got out of the car.
Bai Zhi'er saw, amidst the heavy rain, Feng Fuce walking toward the front, asking if help was needed.
Two men standing nearby making phone calls hurriedly joined him to help lift the overturned car.
Bai Zhi'er gently shook her fingertips, and they successfully righted the car in the middle.
Feng Fuce glanced over.
The male driver had already been pierced through the heart by sharp glass, probably beyond saving.
