Yan Xiruo stared at He Yingdong in astonishment.
Not to mention that he was perfectly fine a moment ago and suddenly fell down the steps... now, his condition isn't good either.
His forehead and arms were both scraped and bruised.
Yet he insisted on stopping the car! Still refusing to go to the hospital.
"Yingdong, did you hit your head again? Lie down first, we need to go to the hospital for a checkup. Also, your head is still bleeding, let's go to the hospital, okay?"
"Stop the car! I want to get out!"
He didn't seem to hear her at all, stubbornly repeating his words.
The driver didn't stop, continuing to drive forward.
He suddenly kicked at the car door with his foot.
Yan Xiruo turned pale with fright and quickly ordered the car to stop.
When the car pulled over to the roadside and stopped, he pushed open the door and walked out.
It was still raining outside, and he walked into the curtain of rain without looking back.
