Xia Shoujing, who was standing in the middle of the road, came to her senses and rushed to the injured man. She only wanted to be sure of one thing in her heart, "Is he okay? Has he been hurt?"
Xia Shou crazily ran to the front of the man. Under the dim streetlight, the man stood leaning against the door, his tall body leaning against the car door, and his hand covering his forehead. Xia Shou saw blood seeping out of his fingers.
She was scared silly. She asked in a choked voice, "Sir, I'll take you to the hospital..."
From the man's palm covering her forehead, Xia Shouting directly bumped into a pair of deep and cold eyes, which were stained with pain and full of strong anger, and she was afraid.
"Sir..." Xia Shoujing called him again.
All of a sudden, the man swayed with his body leaning against the car door, and his cold eyes flashed and closed. Then he fell straight to her.