"Young lady, he treated you like that just now, why did you still save him?"
A middle-aged man expressed his puzzlement, believing Su Xiaolei would be the least willing to help at that moment, yet wondering why she was the first one to lend a hand.
With a bitter smile, Su Xiaolei said, "Uncle, at a time like this, should we still talk about those things? A life is at stake!"
"Could you please give a hand to pull the injured out of the car?"
The older man hesitated for a moment, then agreed with her reasoning and joined her to help.
Seeing this, others came forward and began to help Su Xiaolei as well.
Mo Han's admiration for this girl grew as he watched her put aside past grievances to offer help; kindhearted girls like Su Xiaolei were indeed rare these days.
With everyone's help, Cheng Wei was finally dragged out from the car, his body smeared with blood and his legs limp, appearing to be in dire condition.
