The severe pain in his body made him realize that what he was seeing was what was really happening. They were fine, and it was all thanks to the skinny old man in front of him!
Without bothering to comfort his frightened son, Lao Zhou's son immediately opened the other door and got out of the car.
"Dad, are you okay?!" Lao Zhou's son asked in a trembling voice as he looked at Lao Zhou who was still half-squatting with his hands open, leaning against the silver car in front.
From time to time, he would glance at the ground where Lao Zhou had stepped, creating cracks.
Old Zhou closed his eyes tightly, entering a mysterious state, and did not hear what his son was saying.
When the driver on the other side wanted to get out, he found that the door on this side could not be opened, so he also got out from the other side and hurried to Lao Zhou's side.
"What's wrong, old man?"
In the silver car opposite was a man with a beer belly and unsteady steps.
The other party was so scared that he turned pale and trembled all over. He stayed in the car for a long time before he tremblingly opened the door.
I walked up to Lao Zhou and the others and apologized sincerely: "I'm so sorry, I don't know what happened to my car, the brakes suddenly failed, and we were in the middle of the road, so I couldn't stop."
The driver yelled angrily, "You can't just look at other people's cars and hit them. Do you know how many people are in my car?!"
"If this old man hadn't been here today, what would have happened? Don't you, a driver with so many years of experience, know what's going on?!"
"There's something wrong with the car. Why didn't you check it before driving? You're hurting yourself and others!"
The driver became angrier and angrier as he thought about it. When he thought about how he almost didn't see his wife and daughter, his anger grew stronger and stronger, and he wanted to continue cursing.
"Dad, don't scare me!"
Suddenly he heard the anxious voice of Lao Zhou's son and saw more and more onlookers. He didn't have time to vent his anger anymore and hurried to observe Lao Zhou's situation. He was his savior.
"What's wrong with your dad? I called him for a long time but he didn't move?" the driver asked.
If Lao Zhou's son knew, would he still be so anxious?
"I don't know either." Old Zhou's son said worriedly.
"Grandpa will be okay, Dad?" Lao Zhou's grandson suddenly got out of the car and walked to Lao Zhou's side.
"It'll be okay, your grandfather is an immortal cultivator!" He forced a smile and comforted her.
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