The driver was a middle-aged man, and he approached with a flustered expression, his tone anxious and reproachful: "Miss, why weren't you looking at the road? You ran the red light! If I hadn't braked in time, you would have been... How are you? Do you need to go to the hospital?"
The last two sentences were spoken with great caution by the man.
Zhou Huaiyi stood up with a dazed expression, supporting herself from the ground, and nodded apologetically: "I'm fine, sorry."
Lu Mushi frowned, seeing that her legs were weak and she was unsteady, so he reached out to support her and also apologized to the man: "I'm sorry."
The man, seeing this, breathed a sigh of relief: "Are you sure you're okay?"
Zhou Huaiyi smiled slightly: "It's okay, you can go."
The crowd dispersed, and the man also got into his car and left.
Lu Mushi originally planned to cross the road to the 711 across from the company to buy some snacks to avoid getting hungry while working late tonight.
