While waiting for the traffic light, Tang Ming glanced and noticed two men dressed as laborers at the corner ahead. One was sweating profusely and pale, leaning on his companion's back, his hand wrapped in a white towel, but the striking red blood stains were frightening.
The companion standing next to him kept hailing cars, but unfortunately, all the taxis at this hour were occupied; others were empty but shunned the bloody victim completely.
"Tang Ming, that man seems hurt, shall we… help them out?"
Although Liu Mengting sometimes acted like a bit of a princess, she was kind-hearted, and having seen the two men, she suggested to Tang Ming.
"Oh, all right."
As soon as the green light shone, Tang Ming rapidly pressed on the gas and drifted over, stabilizing the car before rolling down the window and saying to the two men: "Get in."
"Ah… thank you!"
The injured man's companion didn't pause to think, pulled open the rear car door, then supported the injured man to sit inside.
