She raised her phone, just about to call the police, when she realized that her call with the assistant wasn't ended yet.
Her assistant, Cheng Xiao, was shouting on the other end: "Sister Qian, what's wrong? Talk to me! Are you okay? What was that noise just now!?"
Tang Qian picked up the phone, her voice trembling: "I'm having the worst luck! Failing the audition is one thing, but now someone has jumped off a building and landed directly on my car."
Cheng Xiao let out a series of screams: "Do I need to rush over, Sister Qian, are you hurt? Is... is that person dead?"
Tang Qian stuttered, "I-I-I don't know, I can't talk now, I need to call the police!"
She hung up and was about to dial 120.
But a pale white hand directly grabbed her phone.
"No need, I'm fine." Bai Zhi'er groaned softly, slowly climbing down from the car.
She stretched her muscles a couple of times, the pain from the needle prick was gone.
