Qiao Jing didn't dare to push too hard, after all, the man's leg was still injured.
Zhan Qipei, after helping Qiao Jing close the car door, hobbled from the front of the car to the driver's door with the support of his crutch, pulled it open, and laboriously got in.
Qiao Jing couldn't bear it and reached out to give the man a hand.
Once Zhan Qipei was seated inside, he turned to Qiao Jing with a smile that felt like a breath of spring.
That smile seemed to drain all the color from the world for a moment, leaving Qiao Jing momentarily mesmerized, her eyes wobbled, her breathing became erratic, and even her heartbeat uncontrollably quickened.
"Thank you," the man's deep voice was intoxicating and beguiling, as if drawn from a cello.
She stepped on the accelerator and drove the car out.
"Wait!" Qiao Jing hastily called out to Zhan Qipei.
"What's wrong?" Zhan Qipei stopped the car and turned his head in confusion to look at Qiao Jing.