Was she waiting for her?
Xu Chaomu slowed her pace, the wind blowing her long hair as strands mingled with undried tears and clung to her cheeks.
When she walked over, all eyes turned towards her face simultaneously.
Those gazes included the female driver's and Bai Man's.
Returning to the accident scene, her legs felt as though they were filled with lead, so heavy that every step required tremendous courage.
The ground still bore the remnants of a pool of blood, the blood not yet dry, looking strikingly horrific.
Just as she was about to approach, the female driver and Bai Man got out of the car.
The crowd naturally parted to create a path, the previously noisy onlookers suddenly became much quieter, many of them whispering among themselves.
Xu Chaomu approached, standing in front of the sports car, directly in front of the female driver and Bai Man.
Anger, irritation, hatred—all were vividly etched on Xu Chaomu's face.
