The old man wore a pained expression, looking as if he had been hit by Chen Feng's car. Chen Feng did not know whether to laugh or cry. There had to be someone in the car for it to hit the old man, right?
Could it be that he had hit the old man before leaving, then ignored him for all this time and only returned now? That was even more impossible.
Had the old man been lying on the ground in that pained pose ever since being "hit"?
It was ridiculous just thinking about it.
"Ow, this hurts like hell! Why hasn't the car owner come yet? With these old arms and legs of mine, how did I get hit by such a blind driver?"
"And don't be in such a hurry to help me up. What if moving me makes my injuries worse? The car owner doesn't care. Can you take responsibility then?"
The old man deliberately grimaced and wailed nonstop. Chen Feng could only marvel at what a professional he was. If Chen Feng had not known what was really going on, he might actually have believed the old man had been hit.
He did not even need to think to know how the bystanders saw this.
They must have assumed that the old man had been hit when the car pulled in earlier, and that after seeing he had struck the old man, the owner had hurriedly fled, abandoning the car and running away.
The old man clearly wanted to get up, but in order to maintain the scene and preserve the evidence, he could only grit his teeth and stay where he was. He did not even dare call an ambulance.
Nor did he dare let any well-meaning bystanders help him, all so he could