"You tell me," Bingshuang said, yet she seemed very calm.
"The man didn't die," Chen Hao said, but then he abruptly changed the subject, "However, that female boss died."
Bingshuang's two bright eyes blinked gently, her pretty face filled with confusion, "Why did the female boss die?"
Chen Hao explained, "Because the owner of the car that collided with the man was the female boss. Later, when the man woke up in the hospital and heard that the female boss had died, he wanted to see the body. To his surprise, he found a piece of paper tightly clutched in the female boss's hand."
Like a curious baby, Bingshuang eagerly asked, "What was written on the paper?"
Chen Hao replied, "The man pulled the paper from the female boss's hand, unfolded it, and immediately burst into tears. There was only one sentence written on it: xx, today is my birthday, and my wish is to marry you. xx is the name of that male driver."
Bingshuang was momentarily stunned.
