Zhu Qian, driving a red BMW, stood there somewhat helplessly.
An elderly woman lay in front of the car, appearing as if she had been hit.
"Go and have a look," Qin Hao said.
"A familiar face?" Emperor Ye raised an eyebrow, staring at Qin Hao with a teasing smile.
Qin Hao smiled faintly, without explaining, and walked over.
"Are you alright? I can take you to the hospital," Zhu Qian crouched down and asked the elderly woman.
"Ouch, my leg, oh, my back, it hurts so much, it's broken," the elderly woman wailed, as if she were in unbearable pain.
With a furrowed brow, Qin Hao could easily see that the other party was faking it.
Scamming.
Qin Hao thought of a word and revealed a cold sneer.
"I'll call an ambulance."
Seeing how serious she was, Zhu Qian quickly took out her mobile phone.
