Wang Yufan's hair was disheveled at this time. He was lying on the ground, and his face was covered in dirt.
"Miss, I think this person is probably a beggar or a refugee. We don't need to bother with him; he has his own way of survival," said the man called Old Fu.
However, the young woman shook her head and said, "Old Fu, you know me. If I hadn't encountered this, I could have ignored it, but since I have, I must take responsibility. I also hope that people don't just die in front of me like this."
"But Miss, I just checked; this person still has breath. He shouldn't be dead. Besides, if we bring someone like this back, what if Master is displeased?" Old Fu said.
"If he's displeased, then so be it. My father wishes I'd get into an accident anyway; let him be. Old Fu, you know I've grown up under your care since I was little. Besides my mother, you're the best to me, while my father only wants to push me into a pit of fire.
