"Aaaah—Oww—my nose! What kind of driving is that!"
The creepy old man wailed, but the bus driver ignored him completely, yelling back even louder, "Don't you know to hold on tight? For an old man, you sure don't know how to ride a bus."
The driver's domineering attitude left the old man speechless.
He was a public employee, and back then, that meant you could be just this brazen.
Besides, the driver had been operating the bus normally. No one else on the entire bus had fallen except for the old man. What could he do but suck it up?
The old man clutched his nose and suddenly turned his attention to An Ning.
"Hey, girlie, give me a hand."
Perhaps it was the thought of touching her soft, young hand, but the old man's anger instantly dissolved into anticipation.
'Lecherous old fool!'
That was the only thought in An Ning's mind.
'Still, I should help him...'
"Here, here, let me help you."
