Ye Weining looked up at him, slightly frowning. Then she raised her hand to touch her ear, finding it empty.
Sigh, it must have fallen off during the fight earlier, and she was so focused on her thoughts that she didn't hear the car horn.
"Miss, are you scared silly? Could you please say something?" The middle-aged driver was quite anxious. "If you're hurt, we'll go to the hospital."
"I'm fine." Ye Weining shook her head, stepped back two steps, and let the car pass first.
The driver was quite surprised: "Miss, are you really okay?"
"Really fine, didn't even bump or scrape anything." Ye Weining started walking back the way she came.
Every cochlear implant is custom-made and expensive. The one she used was particularly costly, as Uncle Zhu Xie said, it costs over three hundred thousand.
Even though her family was wealthy, she couldn't waste money like this.
Since childhood, because of fighting, she had already lost several cochlear implants.
