Pei Yicheng glanced casually at the crowd—packed so tightly you couldn't see through it. Even when Pei Yicheng's car passed by, it felt congested. He tapped the brakes lightly, planning to inch forward.
"That girl took quite a hit."
"She's not gonna die, is she?"
"So young… Poor thing."
"Who even drives like that? How do you end up on the sidewalk and hit someone?"
"Smells like booze all over. Bet he was wasted."
"If it wasn't for that utility pole, the wall wouldn't have held up either."
Snippets of conversation came from the crowd. At first, Pei Yicheng didn't pay much attention, only thinking about getting to Medical University to pick up Nianhua and Yining. As for the accident, he was just a passerby; he could only sigh—why would someone drive drunk?
It's fine to hurt yourself, but don't drag others into it.
Pei Yicheng focused on driving. Suddenly, an ambulance arrived, so he stopped the car and made way for it.
