But Tan Zhenghong, the nerve of him, actually had the audacity to offer warmth and ask after me, has his brain been eaten by zombies or what!
Qiao Duo'er said resentfully, "Uncle, with the road being so wide, do you have to set your sights on our ox cart?"
The ox cart was moving slowly; if it wasn't aimed for in advance, there's no way it could have hit you, you know?
"You girl really have a black heart, it was clearly when you were driving and just busy talking, how did it become my fault now?" the old man accused Duo'er, with his neck stiffened.
He was so agitated that his spit flew as he talked.
Qiao Duo'er, with her arms crossed, said leisurely, "If you saw us talking, why didn't you avoid us?"
This sounded a bit like twisting facts to suit theories, but then again, it made sense.
If it had been a horse, maybe they couldn't have avoided it in time, but an ox cart wavering along, how could it possibly hit someone?
"Could it be that he deliberately got hit?"