This small, inadvertent incident suddenly unraveled the doubts that had been plaguing Yang Fei for days.
Yang Fei felt a sense of exhilaration.
He slowly lowered his head, a smile covering his face.
The little girl, Xiaoxiao, lay on the ground, dazed, staring blankly at Yang Fei.
Yang Fei slowly released the front of the car, which emitted a harsh metallic friction sound.
Yang Fei had hit the SUV so hard that its metal hood had become deformed.
Yang Fei slowly squatted down and picked up the little girl.
He gently soothed the little girl.
"Xiaoxiao is brave, Xiaoxiao is not afraid, Uncle will hold you."
The little girl Xiaoxiao was initially terrified.
Now being gently coaxed by Yang Fei, she suddenly burst into tears.
She clung to Yang Fei's neck, her tears flowing more fiercely.
Yang Fei held the little girl and comforted her.
Meanwhile, the others were all staring blankly at Yang Fei.
