The students were terrified and had already scattered, vanishing without a trace.
Suddenly, a crowd surged forward.
A suspicious figure darted away quickly.
Jian Xi saw that this person was the main culprit who had pushed the student down the slope.
Without hesitation, she flung open the car door and yelled, "You, stop right there!"
The person ran even faster.
Concerned bystanders rushed up. "Young lady, your forehead is bleeding! Are you okay?"
Jian Xi, fuming, could only stomp her foot. She couldn't lose her temper at these well-meaning people, so she managed to say, "I'm fine."
The immediate priority wasn't to identify the culprit behind the car accident. Jian Xi immediately turned to check on the car she had rear-ended.
She never imagined she would hit Zhou Yan. It was a terrible mishap, like the great flood washing over the Dragon King's temple—hitting one of her own.
