Looking over, his cheap shirt, the rolled cuffs of his blue trousers, and his unshaven stubble made him look a bit like Wen Shixuan, Manman's adoptive father.
Manman blinked.
"He might be a migrant worker who came to the city." Mrs. Lu couldn't suppress the uneasiness in her heart and whispered to her daughter.
Her husband's car hitting someone could be a big deal or a small one. Even if Commander Lu wasn't driving himself, the media loved to sensationalize, and the slightest embellishment could make the story sensational.
Jun Ye was well aware of this and did not dare to be neglectful. He walked over to the injured man lying on the sofa, bent down, and first checked his vital signs carefully. Noticing that everything was stable, he then tapped the patient's face to bring him back to consciousness.
