"Uncle, are you alright?"
The little girl asked in a delicate and delicate manner.
Xiao Jinghuan saw that the man was wearing a long black down jacket, a crimson cashmere hat on his head, and a thick cashmere scarf around his neck. He was bending over and rubbing his aching thigh. It seemed that he had been hurt by the collision, so he didn't say anything.
" You're courting death!" The tricycle owner fell to the ground and cursed.
The man in the black down jacket still ignored him.
"Sir, thank you. If you hadn't blocked me, I would have been hit. You... Is your body okay? Why don't I call a car and send you to the hospital to have a look…"
Xiao Jinghuan looked over to see what he looked like.
The man turned his head. He was wearing a large white mask and a pair of black-rimmed glasses. The lenses had a faint color, which meant that no one could see what his eyes looked like.
What a strange person.
