The car had crossed Renmin Bridge, and there was a traffic jam ahead.
Some people had gathered on the sidewalk, but it was unclear what had happened.
"Big Sister Qiao, Little Sister Qiao, I'm going to get out and take a look around. If the traffic starts moving, just drive up and wait for me," Luo Yang said.
He wanted to smoke a cigarette.
On the car, Hong Jiaxin wouldn't let him smoke.
After getting out of the car, he lit a cigarette and leisurely smoked as he strolled to the back of the crowd.
It was only when he got closer that he saw an old lady lying on the sidewalk, with a young girl performing first aid on her.
After a while, the old lady came to.
The young girl looked around eighteen or nineteen years old, with a short bob cut, and a dress that perfectly showcased her tall figure.
Flat sports shoes paired with a canvas crossbody bag, she was clean-cut, straightforward, and appropriate.
The old lady grabbed the short-haired girl's hand.
