"You have nothing to be sorry for. Even if you die, it has nothing to do with me."
Ye Qingqiu's driver couldn't stand it anymore. "Miss…"
That was too much.
She had just escaped from the gates of hell and was still feeling a lingering fear. It was really ominous to hear this.
Li Tingshen pursed his lips and fell silent for a while. He raised his hand to wipe his face. The redness on his hand made him pause for a moment. He placed his hand in front of him and turned to look at the driver.
"Send them back first. I'll stay behind and wait for the traffic police to arrive…"
"What you should do now is go to the hospital immediately and not wait for the traffic police."
Ye Zhenzhen's voice sounded. She frowned and her face was cold.
