Bang!!
The truck struck the car, rolled across the road, and skidded a long way with a screech.
Still shaken and dizzy, Driver Ding crawled out of the car and went to the back seat. When he found it empty, the shock snapped him fully awake. He staggered.
"Eldest Young Master! Young Madam! Oh no, did I throw you both out of the car?"
"Oh no! Master, Madam, I'm so sorry. I failed to look after the young master, and I failed to look after the Young Madam too."
"How can I face you in the afterlife? Ah... I might as well join you right now."
"Master, Madam, Eldest Young Master, Young Madam, wait for me!"
Fang Yao could hear Driver Ding wailing at the top of his lungs. Driver Ding, can't you look to the side? Why do you keep staring at the back seat?
You said yourself that we were thrown out. Shouldn't you come looking for us?
Seeing that Driver Ding was about to run into the car, Fang Yao had no choice but to shout, "Driver Ding, sorry, but could you die later? Come check on your Eldest Young Master first!"
The truck had still struck the rear of the car. In that split second, Fang Yao had made her decision: she opened the window on Bo Hanmo's side, grabbed him, and jumped.
She was afraid the truck driver might try again if the first hit failed, so she rolled several times with Bo Hanmo in her arms before stopping.
By rights, Bo Hanmo should have suffered no more than a few scrapes. But she had underestimated how crafty the old man was. Turning a death sentence into a chance at life apparently still called for a serious injury.
So a sharp stone had appeared in