"Cui... Brother Cui, take a look at the rearview mirror, the person lying on the ground... doesn't he look like Zhang Shuai?" Xiao Shi drew out a cigarette, trembling, and handed one to Old Cui.
Old Cui held the cigarette in his mouth, took a few deep puffs after lighting it, choking himself to cough, and then tossed the cigarette butt out the window.
"Cough cough cough cough..."
After a bout of coughing while clutching his chest, Old Cui wiped his tears and looked at the left rearview mirror, saying, "Can't see clearly."
After speaking, he suddenly grabbed Xiao Shi's collar and shook him vigorously, nervously asking, "Was it me who hit the person?"
Clearly, Old Cui, who had extensive driving experience, was now startled, otherwise, he wouldn't have to ask the co-pilot beside him if he had hit the person.
Xiao Shi, shaking his head in dizziness, hurriedly said, "No...it's not...he was lying there originally."
