"Hey, young man, wait up!"
At this moment, the old man on the ground slowly opened his eyes with a somewhat weak voice, speaking to He Mingxu, "Help me up."
"Dad, let me help you!"
The woman, who had been full of fury, had now simmered down.
Not daring to glance at Li Chen, she lowered her head and walked over to lift the old man.
"No need."
The old man snorted coldly.
With He Mingxu's support, he stood up and walked over to Li Chen.
"Young man, you saved this old man's life. I owe you a debt of gratitude. Mingxu, take down the young man's phone number. We should pay him a visit another day to express our thanks."
"Yes, Father!"
He Mingxu, hearing his father's words, looked at Li Chen.
Li Chen had also heard what the old man said and casually waved his hand—it wasn't necessary for He Mingxu to say anything more. "No need to thank me. Can my friend and I leave now?"
He didn't care about being repaid.
