Yan Feifan got out of the car to see the chubby boy had already slid off the hood and plopped onto the ground.
Xiao Man, thoroughly startled, got out of the car as well. She shouted, trying to sound tough, "Kid, I have a dashcam! Don't even think about trying to scam me."
"You suddenly darted out from the side of the road, and I didn't even hit you..."
"Mrs. Man, wait!"
Yan Feifan cut Xiao Man off.
He suddenly realized something was wrong with the chubby boy.
The boy's face was grimy and covered in beads of sweat the size of peas. His Adidas tracksuit was completely soaked through.
Moreover, his clothes were stained with dirt and bits of leaves. He had clearly fallen down, and probably more than once.
He sat there, wheezing and panting, the sounds interspersed with dry heaves. His eyes were glazed over.
Yan Feifan determined that the boy's condition wasn't from fright, but from oxygen deprivation caused by strenuous exercise.
