The white car's driver hadn't fully reacted when the violent impact threw him back, leaving him dazed and light-headed.
In the black sedan that had blocked the white one, the driver had slumped completely over in his seat, seemingly unconscious.
Inside their car, Yang Cui, who had initially looked anxious and eager to help, sank back into her seat, feeling suddenly older as she met the gazes of Wang Zhan and Yao Yao.
Nevertheless, she tightened her grip on Wang Zhan's calloused palm, her expression somewhat unnatural as she asked, "Are they here for you?"
Meeting his mother's gaze, Wang Zhan knew she understood.
He couldn't change things. His mother might appear fiery, but she was always eager to help when she could. This was why she was so well-liked everywhere she went, and why so many people had been willing to help look after him and his sister since they were children.
