All the blood in Mo Xiaoyuan's body rushed to his head in an instant. Amid the shrill and rapid warning of the truck's horn, he pounced on Mu Qing and tried to push her away.
However, Mu Qing was prepared. When he pounced on her, she quickly dodged and returned to the sidewalk where she had just stood.
Mo Xiaoyuan missed his attack and fell uncontrollably to the opposite side, falling heavily to the ground.
The truck whizzed past the two of them, bringing with it the sound of the wind.
Mo Xiaoyuan's expensive suit was stained with dust, and the fabric of his elbows and knees was worn out. Bright red blood oozed from his palms, mixing with the mud and sand on the ground. He looked a bit disheveled.
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