With a "bang," Yao Yeqiang's palm did not land on Mu Jiawen's face, but his ankle twisted, and he stumbled to the ground.
He was originally going to fall on Mu Jiawen, but she quickly dodged out of the way.
With an outstretched hand hitting nothing but air, Yao Yeqiang's aged body thudded face-first into the ground, embracing the earth intimately.
Passing students who witnessed the scene were stunned, and soon someone reacted, pointing at the unmoving Yao Yeqiang on the ground and exclaiming with alarm, "Blood, blood..."
Yao Yeqiang's driver, who had been surveying the surroundings from a nearby parking spot, heard the student's scream and turned to look, recognizing the familiar figure on the ground. He paused, then quickly ran over with a sense of urgency.
"Mr. Yao? Mr. Yao?"
