"Go and get the young master's clothes."
Lan Xin Ai called a maid and then went to the bathroom to change clothes.
The mother and son are going to the amusement park here, and Mr. Xi's car drove out of the old house not long after.
Back seat.
Xi Yemo was flipping through the newspaper in his hand.
A sharp screech sounded, the car suddenly stopped, followed by a scream.
"What happened?" Xi Yemo frowned.
"Young master, a girl suddenly ran over, seems like there was a collision."
The driver hurriedly said.
"Go and take a look."
Without even looking outside, Xi Yemo instructed.
The driver quickly got out of the car, only to see an eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl half lying on the ground, dressed in a pink skirt, carrying an exquisite small bag, her shoulder-length hair adorned with a butterfly hairpin, wailing loudly.
The driver looked closely, seeing the girl's knee was swollen and red, clearly a scrape.
