Chapter 1638: 707 Extra Three Only Yearning Cannot be Healed_4 Chapter 1638: 707 Extra Three Only Yearning Cannot be Healed_4 The e-bike hit the front of the car, which was left with a scratch but no other damage.

However, the front of the e-bike was completely destroyed.

A young man was lying on the ground, moaning incessantly, while a thin little boy squatted beside him, gently rocking his body.

The driver dialed 120 and then 110 before walking over and asking, “How are you?”
The man barely opened his eyes, his moaning intensified.

It was the peak hour for people to get off work and there were many pedestrians crossing the road.

Seeing an e-bike collided with a Rolls-Royce, everyone came over to watch the excitement.

The vehicles behind the Rolls-Royce dared not urge it on.

That license plate, upon one look, was recognized as one from the Ming family.

No one dared to hurry it up.

The driver knew that the man was committing fraud, but as the driver he had a responsibility.

Moreover, the lady and the master were well-known philanthropists in Pethkids.

He couldn’t handle the situation improperly and tarnish their reputation.

“I will take you to the hospital, and all the subsequent medical expenses will be borne by me…”

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You think you can just dismiss me with the hospital expenses?

You wish!

If you don’t give me five million, don’t think I’m getting up.”
Everyone began to perceive his intentions, a single demand of five million?

It was as if he wanted to rob them.

Everyone’s gaze shifted to the man, filled with disdain.

The driver took a deep breath, “Okay, in that case, we can’t block the road and cause a disturbance right?

If you can walk, get up.

We can move to another place where we won’t affect the traffic and discuss the compensation.”
The man paid no attention, laying flat on the ground like a hoodlum.

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The driver turned to the little boy, “Young man, is he your father?”
The little boy nodded.

“Could you possibly persuade your father to get up?

We can slowly talk about the compensation.”
The little boy remained silent.

Does the little boy not talk?

The driver was running out of patience, Miss was still waiting in the car.

A faint childish voice came from behind him, “Since he wants to lie down, let him lie down.

Drive over him, five million, I’ll pay.”
Everyone was astonished by the fair and beautiful little girl, she would definitely grow into a great beauty.

They were then shocked by her cool and domineering words.

The driver immediately responded, “Yes, Miss.

The scene might be bloody and might dirty the young lady’s eyes, please avoid it.”
The girl stood quietly, “No need.”
The driver got back into the driver’s seat and started the car.

Seeing the seriousness of the situation, the man scrambled up from the ground and pointed his finger at the little girl’s face, yelling, “So you dare to murder me openly?”
The little girl’s indifferent gaze, like an abyss, startled the man.

He felt guilty.

“You wait.”
The silent little boy tugged on the man’s sleeve, but the man pushed him away fiercely, cursing, “Get out!

This is all your fault, go die.”
As soon as those words were spoken, he madly began to beat the little boy.

The spectators were taken aback, and although everyone hurried to take videos on their phones, no one stepped up to help.

The small boy curled up and remained silent.

Aubree Groove’s pupils abruptly contracted, “Uncle Linggo, grab him for me.”
The driver lunged forward and restrained the abusive man.

With the man’s face pressed against the ground, he struggled and cursed, “What does how I discipline my son have to do with you?”
Aubree walked over, squatted down, and gently caressed the boy’s cheek, her voice unconsciously softening, “How are you?”
The boy raised his head, allowing Aubree to see the many old bruises on his face.

She grabbed the little boy’s arm and rolled up his small sleeve; it was covered with purple and blue bruises.

Aubree took a deep breath, “Uncle Linggo, I suspect he has been abusing this child.

Take him to the police station for a rigorous investigation.”
“Yes,” Uncle Linggo kicked the man hard, “To lay a hand on such a small child, you are not even human.”
Aubree took a clean handkerchief from her bag and carefully wiped the blood and dirt from the boy’s face.

Her clean white wrist was abruptly grabbed by a thin hand.

Aubree was taken aback and instinctively looked up.

Underneath a mess of long hair were a pair of pitch-black eyes, but they were so bright, so warm, like an oasis seen by someone who had been trekking through a desert for a long time.

The dim evening sun enveloped them, marking a still frame in time as all the commotion around them seemed to dissipate in an instant.

The entire world seemed to consist only of the two of them.

Aubree’s heart suddenly started beating rapidly.

She didn’t like this uncontrollable feeling, but somehow, at this moment, she felt a long-absent warmth, like in the destined cycle of reincarnation, she had always been waiting for this moment.

She gently lifted her hand and touched his eye where she saw a tear mole.

“What’s your name?”
The little boy just smiled and didn’t say a word.

His eyes curved up, gentle, and beautiful.

It seemed as if a flame was burning within them.

At this moment, the flame was dancing, burning fiercely.

Its power is enough to destroy the world and cycle through time and space.

He opened his mouth but no sound came out.

The breeze blew gently at her ears and the setting sun spread a pale golden glow.

She tilted her head to listen, hearing his heart beating fervently.

As if it was saying, I have finally found you.