"Director Zeng, are you really okay?"
Qi Siming looked frustrated as he encountered a traffic jam coming out of the Yanjing Hotel, struggled to make it over, wanted to squeeze out some time, and unexpectedly ran into someone, and it turned out to be one of their own.
Zeng Xiaoqi moved her body a bit, didn't really feel anything, it was just a fall on her butt.
No external injuries on her, not even the clothes were damaged.
But Qi Siming didn't fare as well. Not only had his jeans been scraped, but his riding suit was also torn, clearly from rolling on the ground.
She said:
"I'm fine. Is your body okay? There's a clinic nearby, shall I accompany you for some bandaging?"
"No need... hissing, the video shooting today might not happen."
Qi Siming was about to lift his beloved motorcycle from the side of the greenery, but found the scraped areas on his body were a bit painful.
Who would have thought, distracted for a moment, and ended up hitting someone?
