The voice reached his ears, and Pei Qingqing's father felt stifled by his mood.
With trembling steps, he moved forward, carrying an uneasy heart as he looked in that direction.
Indeed, there lay Pei Qingqing on the ground, yet she was still struggling to get up and walk outwards.
At least she was conscious, and all was well so long as she was conscious.
"Mr. Pei, what should we do? I'll call 120 right now."
Before Pei Qingqing's father could say anything, Pei Qingqing raised her hand to stop the other person.
The man's hands abruptly halted their movement.
When he raised his eyes to look at Pei Qingqing, she was fiercely supporting herself up with the help of a servant nearby.
Her leg was clearly fractured.
The moment she got to her feet, she couldn't help but squat down again.
"Don't call 120, I'm leaving here right now."
Behind her, Pei Qingqing's father felt both distressed and angry.
But even more so, there were questions.
