"Is a simple apology enough? Get our young master up..."
"Oh... oh, I'll help him right away." The pretty woman stepped in high heels towards Mr. Qiu, slightly bending over to help him up, her eyes brimming with large teardrops of grievance.
"Miss, no need for that, I can get up myself!" Though Mr. Qiu said this, he still reached out intending to hold the pretty woman's small hand.
Just as Mr. Qiu thought he was about to succeed, a pebble came shooting from somewhere unknown.
"Bang!"
The sharp pebble pierced Mr. Qiu's palm, and in that instant, clusters of bright red blood spurted from his hand.
"Ah!" A piercing scream sliced through the air. Luckily, they were somewhat far from residential housing, otherwise, the scream would have drawn an audience from upstairs.
