About ten minutes later, everyone looked at Zhao Guo'an, who was sitting in the back row of the car, staring aimlessly ahead. Their eyes all had an inexplicable complexity.
At this moment, all the curtains in the car windows were drawn, and a lot of onlookers were taking photos and videos around the vehicle, making it look like an accident scene to those who didn't know better.
"I'll go make a call," Xiao Feng sighed, clearly feeling deep sympathy for Zhao Guo'an's tragic experience.
But the most urgent task now was to get the vehicle moving; otherwise, the number of people around would probably grow larger like a snowball. It seems to be human nature to want to join a crowd and take a look.
The little girl and Lu Yao exchanged glances, wanting to offer some words of comfort, but it seemed nothing could soothe the scar on Zhao Guo'an's soul.
At this time, voices from the conversation outside faintly drifted in.
"Hey, why did you just get here? You missed a good show."
