Qin Jingzhi's body suddenly tensed, and almost unconsciously, he turned the steering wheel and stepped on the brake, pulling over to the roadside.
His gaze, through the car window, settled on Ren Chuqing leaning against the road's wall.
What was she doing here?
Just as he was guessing, Ren Chuqing suddenly squatted down, "retching..." as if she were vomiting.
Qin Jingzhi's brow furrowed. Was she feeling unwell?
If she was unwell, then why hadn't she gone to the hospital? What was she doing at the roadside so late at night!
His lips were pressed tightly together as he steadfastly watched her figure.
But after a long while, he hadn't seen her stand up; instead, she seemed to be continuously vomiting.
Qin Jingzhi's brows knitted tighter and tighter, an uncomfortable feeling spreading across his chest.
His reason told him that he should leave, that even if Ren Chuqing vomited to death here, it had nothing to do with him!
