"If my eyes didn't deceive me, was it her who pushed you?" the man's gaze fell on Harper Glorian not far away, "Do you want me to be a witness? There's a cop right here."
Ann Nolan shook her head again: "Never mind, my friend is waiting for me to go to the beach."
"You sure have a good temper," the man laughed.
"Just don't want to waste time on trifles like these. Time is so precious, why waste it on those who don't matter?" Ann Nolan withdrew her arm from his grasp, "I'm still very thankful, sir."
"Don't mention it, it was nothing."
Under the sunlight, they stood very close to each other.
In the depths of the man's eyes was a profound and steady gaze.
His white shirt was very clean, and his figure was tall and trim, with a straight line running down his back.
Ann Nolan leaned on his car, "Hiss—" she wrinkled her brow, her foot had been twisted.
It seemed, not lightly.
"I'll take you to the hospital, you won't be able to walk for a while," the man noticed her injured foot.
