"Hello, please pull your car over to the side, the ambulance has arrived. You should get that cut on your forehead treated."
Injury?
Nan Jiaojiao glanced at the rearview mirror; her forehead was swollen from hitting the steering wheel.
Her head was spinning.
Following the traffic police's instructions, she pulled her car to the side and got out. The area was crowded with people; she backed away, trying to find a path at the very edge.
On the bridge, private cars, police cars, and ambulances were parked in a crisscross manner. Nan Jiaojiao noticed there were quite a few journalists too.
Did they come to report the news so quickly?
Not long after, she saw Song Yuan being helped down from a nanny van by Sister Lai and onto an ambulance. The nanny van was parked next to the truck, its roof crushed halfway by it, and the body was dented.
Was that car that suddenly rushed over Song Yuan's?
