Song Shijing immediately called the bodyguards outside to stop the car and ran toward Qiao Xi.
As people would subconsciously support themselves with their hands when they fell, Qiao Xi's palm was grazed by the ground, and her arm was slightly dislocated. She gritted her teeth in pain and pressed the joint of her arm with her other hand, instantly fixing her dislocated arm.
She groaned. It was so painful that sweat broke out on her forehead. Fortunately, the pain was only momentary and she soon could not feel it anymore.
At this moment, a low and hoarse voice suddenly came from above. "You can fix your arm yourself. Miss Qiao, you're really different."
Qiao Xi only cared about the injury on her arm and did not have the time to see who saved her until now. She suddenly raised her eyes and was instantly stunned.
Black mask, long and narrow light brown eyes, and pursed thin lips…
"Twilight?" A trace of doubt flashed past her eyes.