Mu Jinchen, who was sitting in the back seat with his eyes closed and concentrating, lost his balance and hit the back of the chair in front of him. He frowned in displeasure, "Qidong, what's going on?"

"Master, it seems I hit someone." Qidong was startled. He has been driving with the master for almost ten years and has never had any accidents. He has always been proud of his good driving skills.

It was the first time for an accident to happen, even though the person appeared suddenly.

He quickly took off his seat belt and got out of the car to check.

Mu Jinchen rolled down the car window and was thinking about whether he should go down and handle it in person, when he heard Qidong's "Ah" sound, "Miss Wushuang, why is it you?"

He didn't know Jing Wushuang until today. Although he didn't meet her formally, with his ability to observe words and emotions, how could he not know her name.

Wushuang didn't know Qidong, and she was in so much pain that she couldn't speak. She didn't know whether it was pain in her hands or feet. Anyway, she felt uncomfortable somewhere. Today she finally learned what it means to not die if you don't commit suicide.

With a childlike innocence, even walking on a single-plank bridge can damage your hands and feet.

Hearing this name, Mu Jinchen's eyebrows furrowed even more tightly.

He opened the car door and got out of the car, standing a few steps away, looking at the girl in the khaki coat through the dim street lights. He didn't know whether it was pain or fright. Her eyes were red and her face was red.

He looked pitiful and fell to the wet floor in a state of embarrassment.

His frown deepened, and he walked to Wu Shuang's side in a few steps, "What's wrong?"

Hearing this voice, Wushuang even forgot about the pain. His unique voice, magnetic and rich, cannot be ignored as a person. Once you hear it, you will never forget it.

She raised her eyes and followed the source of the sound. The man was only wearing a black shirt, with the top two buttons still unbuttoned. His tall body looked so domineering and tall in the cold spring night.

Wushuang was speechless for a while, only sobbing occasionally, and his appearance became even more pitiful.

At this time, Qidong had already pulled out the heel that was stuck in the gap, and her nerves returned. She then let out a "squeak" of pain and gasped.

"Master, Miss Wushuang's foot may be sprained. Let's take her to the hospital." Qidong said and was about to help Wushuang up. When he was just helping her pull out the heels of her shoes, he found that her feet were crooked to the other side.

If it goes in one direction, it must be seriously injured.

Wushuang was so painful that he was sweating on his forehead. He nodded casually and did not try to be brave. He wanted to use Qidong's hand to hold him up.

Unexpectedly, her hand seemed to be injured as well. When she stood up, her center of gravity was unsteady and she was about to fall to the ground. Mu Jinchen had quick eyesight and held her shoulders.

A clear, strong masculine scent mixed with a bit of tobacco smell hit her face, and Wushuang's little heart involuntarily twitched. She heard the man's deep and rich voice, almost touching her cochlea, and she could feel him.

The frequency of breathing, "Miss Jing, I'm offended."

After saying this, he picked up Wushuang and walked towards the car.

Wushuang was stunned by this unexpected movement, not knowing how to react. She didn't expect that he would suddenly hug her.

Qidong was also stunned. The young master is not the kind of person who is overflowing with sympathy. Usually, he is the one who handles situations like this, and he usually doesn't care.
Chapter completed!