Mo Luan glanced away, and he could tell which sisters were Qibaba.
At the same time, others also noticed her.
Several young girls pointed to her and whispered.
"That arrogant young lady over there is a sister, right?"
"You can't see your face in a mask."
"Don't look at her face first, look at her dress."
"The upper body is the same style of Qiqi, and the shoes are the endorsement of Xiaoba. It wouldn't be so coincidental."
"Go, go over and ask."
"I, I don't dare, the aura on Miss Sister's body is too strong, I don't dare to pass."
Suddenly, chaos broke out in the crowd.
Then someone yelled, "Get out, everyone out."
"Ahhhhh-"
"what's happenin?"
"what happened?"
The unidentified people backed away with the crowd.
It turned out that a big truck lost control and rammed into the square.
Mo Luan looked up and saw a familiar figure, Mo Qianhong.
Seeing that the tail of the truck was about to sweep him.
Mo Luan pressed the brim of his hat, and his figure disappeared in a flash.
There was a loud "bang".
"Qianhong, be careful!"
In the yelling chaos, the truck stopped.
The woman screamed and fell to the ground.
"Qianhong, are you okay."
Just moments ago, An Jinze flew on Mo Qianhong and pushed him away.
"I'm fine."
The two got up and saw Zuo Qingxuan lying on the ground, her face pale.
"Qingxuan."
An Jinze hurried over and shouted at the crowd, "Hurry up and call an ambulance."
Mo Qianhong took out his cell phone and dialed 120.
Zuo Qingxuan resisted the pain and said: "Don't worry, I'm fine, how is Mr. Mo? Is there any injury?"
Mo Qianhong said: "It's okay, thank you Miss Zuo for your help."
An Jinze said distressedly: "Why did you run out? You have only been discharged from the hospital for a few days, and now you are going to be injured again."
Zuo Qingxuan smiled weakly, "I didn't think much about it at the time, I was worried that you two were being pressed under the car...if you are in a hurry, you will use your body to block it."
She frowned painfully, the softness on her face remained unchanged, comforting them, "It's fine if you and Mr. Mo are not injured. I have been used to the hospital more often."
This comforting words made the two big men frown.
An Jinze felt distressed, and the woman groaned in pain.
He hurriedly yelled at the crowd, "Ambulance, ambulance, why haven't they come yet."
"Jinze, I have already called, don't worry."
Mo Qianhong looked at the crooked truck.
A strange feeling arose in my heart.
He was almost thrown to the back of the car just now.
But now, the rear of the car is still some distance away from him, not very close.
Moreover, the rampant truck stopped suddenly, which was strange.
Mo Qianhong frowned.
Could it be that the truck driver stepped on the brakes?
However, this distance—
He wondered, maybe it was because of An Jinze's throw that the two of them fell far.
Mo Qianhong's face was deep.
The heartbeat hasn't stabilized yet.
The siren sounded.
Police cars and ambulances all came.
The injured people were carried into the ambulance one by one.
The truck driver was controlled by the police.
Mo Qianhong followed to the hospital. Before leaving, he caught a glimpse of something.
Pause in your footsteps.
A pack of palm-sized spicy strips fell into a puddle.
The coin-sized logo on the packaging attracted him.
The logo is a silhouette of a girl.
She has short hair and is arrogant, with a spicy strip in her mouth, looking forward, wanton and unrestrained.