Jiayi couldn't help but chase a few steps towards the direction the car had left.
Just then, someone grabbed her arm, "Miss Chu, what's wrong? Are you okay?"
Xiaoqin had followed her out, looking at her with concern.
Jiayi's spirit was abruptly pulled back, and she regained her composure, "It's nothing."
"Right, the person who pulled Miss Chu out from the crowd of reporters, do you know him?" Xiaoqin had been pushed aside by the reporters, but she still managed to get a glimpse.
Jiayi's heart inexplicably skipped a beat, "No... I don't know him. He might be a passerby who couldn't stand by and did a good deed."
Xiaoqin didn't ask further. Her gaze shifted and landed on Jiayi's arm, where an obvious bruise was surfacing on the snowy skin. Startled, she asked, "Miss Chu, you're hurt. Do you need to go to the hospital?"
