“The common folk are so, so happy today!” Ye Chen, who had just survived, hummed as he walked along the roadside.
He felt his pocket. He had one cigarette left, and for some reason he was getting restless.
Then he happened to spot what looked like a luxury car. Surely he could get some compensation money out of this? He'd been doing this for six years.
“Skree!” The brakes squealed.
“Ow, my leg!” Ye Chen lay on the ground, groaning as convincingly as he could.
The car door opened, and a pair of long legs came into view. A woman stepped out and came over to him. Hearing a familiar voice, he stammered,
“Xiao... Yan...”
Ye Chen's heart skipped a beat. He looked up.
“Holy crap! Liu Ruyan!?”
