"Dawa, I remember when we were coming back, Jin Mei suddenly came over to me and said he would help me drive, then you took over for Jin Mei, driving the car with those two people, right?"
Zhaxi Cizhu asked.
From the crowd beside them, Jin Mei, a sturdy Tibetan man, stepped forward.
He glanced at Dawa and said, "At that time, Dawa told me that you weren't in a suitable state to drive, so I didn't think much and just went ahead."
Zhaxi Cizhu nodded slowly.
Indeed, that was the case.
With Dawa's words, naturally warm-hearted yet often oblivious Jin Mei would propose to take over and drive for him.
And at that time, the one who took over from Jin Mei to drive was his old partner, Dawa.
"Who rode with Dawa in the same car?"
Zhaxi Cizhu asked.
At this moment, a staff member from the side stepped forward and indicated it was him.
"After arriving at the destination, who got out of the car first, you or Dawa?"
Zhaxi Cizhu continued to ask.
