An Hui hurriedly stopped in his tracks and raised his hand to shield his eyes.
Screech——!
After an ear-piercing screech of brakes, An Hui felt a massive force hit him.
But fortunately, the snow on the ground was quite thick, and the car stopped in time, so he wasn't hit too hard.
An Hui was just about to get up from the ground when a bright idea flashed in his mind. Not only did he not get up, he lay there motionless.
During the festive season, getting hit can't be for nothing.
Hou Zicheng clearly felt that he had braked, and the car's speed had decreased significantly. It shouldn't have hit someone so hard.
Why was the person lying on the ground unable to get up for such a long time?
He turned off the car, opened the door, got out, and crouched down beside An Hui: "Are you okay? Did you get hurt anywhere?"
"Bones. I think my bones are broken, it hurts a lot!" An Hui clutched his ribs, pretending to be in severe pain.
