"Young lady, he treated you like that just now, why did you still save him?"
A middle-aged man expressed his puzzlent, believing Su Xiaolei would be the least willing to help at that mont, yet wondering why she was the first one to lend a hand.
With a bitter smile, Su Xiaolei said, "Uncle, at a ti like this, should we still talk about those things? A life is at stake!"
"Could you please give a hand to pull the injured out of the car?"
The older man hesitated for a mont, then agreed with her reasoning and joined her to help.
Seeing this, others ca forward and began to help Su Xiaolei as well.
Mo Han’s admiration for this girl grew as he watched her put aside past grievances to offer help; kindhearted girls like Su Xiaolei were indeed rare these days.
With everyone’s help, Cheng Wei was finally dragged out from the car, his body sared with blood and his legs limp, appearing to be in dire condition.
Fortunately, Su Xiaolei had called in ti, and within less than five minutes, an ambulance hurried to the scene and took Cheng Wei to the hospital.
Before leaving, Wang Kun gave Su Xiaolei a complex look, filled with what might be guilt, gratitude, or perhaps sothing else.
As the ambulance drove away, Su Xiaolei finally relaxed, sighed heavily as she looked at the stack of flyers on the ground, and wondered if she could still distribute them all after such a delay.
"You shouldn’t have helped him."
Just then, a familiar voice ca from behind her.
Mo Han approached, saying, "This young master Cheng has a certain background; though you saved him, you’ve also thrown yourself into the fire."
"Do you have your phone with you?"
Su Xiaolei nodded and pulled out her phone from her pocket.
Mo Han saved his phone number into her phone, and with a serious tone said, "I’m Mo Han, and this is my number. If anything happens, call imdiately."
Mo Han hadn’t intended to get involved any further, but the thought of Cheng Wei seeking trouble with him and Su Xiaolei after waking up to find his legs crippled was concerning.
He wasn’t afraid, but a girl like Su Xiaolei, how could she handle the oncoming storm from the other side?
That’s why Mo Han decided to lend a hand.
Seeing the sincerity in Mo Han’s eyes, Su Xiaolei knew he ant well, nodding her head repeatedly, "Big brother Mo, thank you!"
"If it weren’t for you today, I wouldn’t have known what to do."
"Don’t worry, if Cheng’s family asks , I’ll tell them the truth—that it was he who tried to drive into you, Big brother Mo, and ended up crashing into a utility pole."
Even now, Su Xiaolei didn’t think badly of Cheng Wei and his family; she had always believed people were inherently good.
Mo Han shook his head; he knew further discussion was pointless and could only hope Su Xiaolei would call him right away if Cheng Wei’s family sought revenge.
"Um, Big brother Mo, can I invite you to a al?" Just as Mo Han was about to leave, Su Xiaolei suddenly spoke up, "I want to thank you."
"No need, happy birthday, and get ho early," Mo Han waved dismissively and then zood off with a whoosh on his electric bike.
Happy birthday?
Su Xiaolei’s cheeks flushed with realization—oh yes, today was her birthday.
Watching the electric bike disappear into the distance, Su Xiaolei suddenly smiled.
"Maybe, eting Big brother Mo today is the best gift for my eighteenth birthday..."
Having left Wuyue Plaza, Mo Han cycled casually along the road, his thoughts turning to birthdays and his wife Luo Ning’s upcoming birthday. Over the past year, he hadn’t bought her a single decent gift, nor had he thrown her a birthday party.
"No, I must give Ning’er a huge surprise!"
After thinking it over, Mo Han decided to head to the largest and most luxurious shopping center in Jiangling City—the International Trade Building.
The International Trade Building, one of Jiangling City’s landmark structures.
It gathered all the world’s luxury brands, with Louis Vuitton, Burberry, Prada, Gucci, Chanel, and more all having boutiques there.
However, Mo Han wasn’t planning to buy Luo Ning any of these brands.
For one thing, these brands were actually of average quality; people mainly paid for the na.
If he bought one hastily, even with a receipt, Ning’er would still suspect it was a counterfeit from so online marketplace.
Secondly, a luxury bag in the International Trade Building was only tens of thousands of yuan, the expensive ones a hundred thousand or so, and at most only two or three hundred thousand—it didn’t match the surprise Mo Han wanted to give Luo Ning.
He shifted his focus to the Linglong Pavilion, the most renowned jewelry store in Jiangling City without rival.
There were gold, platinum, diamonds, and all kinds of exquisite pearls and jade.
Mo Han planned to pick a high-class gift from Linglong Pavilion and then hold an exclusive party for Luo Ning at the Splendid Starry Sky Restaurant on the 66th floor of the best hotel in Jiangling City, the Sofitel.
Once at Linglong Pavilion, Mo Han browsed from one counter to another, but not a single salesperson approached to assist him.
The salespeople were shrewd, seeing Mo Han’s cheap, promotional-price shirt and judging him as a penniless guy who couldn’t afford their goods, rely there to admire the items.
After a long look, Mo Han still hadn’t found a piece that caught his eye.
As he furrowed his brows in difficulty, he looked up and saw a pink diamond necklace, as large as a fingernail, prominently displayed in a glass cabinet at the top of the showcase.
It caught his eye at first glance, "Salesperson, bring down that necklace for to look at!"
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