Tang Anzhi rolled down the car window.
"Young Master Ling, what a coincidence."
"Are you injured?" Ling Mohan noticed the swelling on her forehead, his brows knitting together.
It was quite an eyesore.
He realized he couldn't stand seeing her hurt.
Thinking of this, his gaze flickered. The reason he hadn't seen her recently was mainly to sort out his own feelings.
He found he had a very strong sense of familiarity with her.
Yet, he was absolutely certain he had never met her before.
Tang Anzhi shook her head, "I'm fine."
"Get out," Ling Mohan's authoritative command held a gentleness even he was unaware of.
Tang Anzhi didn't like his tone and was about to refuse when Lei Yi, standing beside Ling Mohan, spoke first, "Miss Tang, your car was rear-ended. Why don't you tend to your wounds first? I'll handle things here."
Tang Anzhi glanced at the two of them, thought for a moment, then nodded, opened the car door, and got out.
