The car slammed into the street lamp on the roadside, making a thud. The collision caused the lamppost to teeter and the car to bounce back some distance, perfectly shielding An Ziqi's body.
Many people by the street covered their mouths in shock, but no one dared to step forward.
The milk tea in Xiao Moli's hand fell to the ground, and he felt a tremendous fear enveloping him, causing his hands and legs to go weak.
In his twenty-odd years of life, even when he was attacked by a bomb and nearly lost his life, he had never experienced such fear.
He quickly rushed to the opposite side, bypassing the mangled car.
When he saw An Ziqi, holding a small dog and nearly sitting pressed against the car, his nose tingled and he almost shed tears.
With shaky hands and feet, he approached and squatted beside her, checking her for injuries.
Luckily, she was only knocked down by the car and not directly hit.
Only her arm and leg were grazed by the car and slightly injured.
