After getting the car onto the tow truck, Chu Zhiyi sat in the passenger seat and swept her gaze over to Chu Zuo, not far away, snorting coldly.
As she withdrew her gaze, she suddenly spotted a car parked not too far away, and beside it stood a person.
Dressed in black, with a slim cigarette clamped in his mouth, he slightly lifted his chin, watching them with seeming nonchalance.
Feeling someone looking his way, the man lifted his eyelids and looked in Chu Zhiyi's direction, his thin lips curving into a defiant smile.
An inexplicable man.
Chu Zhiyi redirected her gaze and said to the tow truck driver, "Let's go."
As the tow truck moved further away, the man withdrew his gaze, took a long stride, and approached the agonizing and wailing Chu Zuo.
Glancing at Chu Zuo, the man clicked his tongue, "Little girl, you've got quite the heavy hand."
Hearing someone speaking, Chu Zuo weakly lifted her hand, "Help me… Call an ambulance…"
"You're Chu Zuo?"
"Yes, I am…"
