"I really have a stomachache!" Li Rushan acted annoyed and quickly wrote.
"I really twisted my leg!" Yu Hong, not to be outdone, quickly wrote and then patted his thigh.
The two faced off, neither giving in to the other.
After more than half a minute, Li Rushan ultimately grew worried about his daughter and didn't want to waste more time, so with a stern expression, he decided to go first.
But he didn't go directly to the car door; instead, he walked to the side of the car and swung a club at the window.
Bang!
The window shattered, but the wooden boards nailed inside blocked it, and the interior was still not visible.
Li Rushan didn't waste words. He took out a magnesium stick, lit a rag he found from somewhere, and stuffed it into the crack in the window.
After stuffing, he turned and ran, not forgetting to gesture to Yu Hong.
Yu Hong also ran, and the two sprinted about fifty meters before turning to look at the bus.