Bai Junfan stood for a moment, then resentfully jaywalked back across the street. He hadn't forgotten about Tang Yaxuan. The girl seemed to have a head injury; he had to get her to a hospital.
Besides, he needed to talk to her about something. That was what truly mattered.
The Bai family had been having a rough few days. Mr. Bai's temper had grown foul; he would curse people out or smash teacups and dishes at the slightest provocation. Even Aunt Qingyue, whom he'd never had the heart to treat harshly, and he himself, the eldest grandson, had been reprimanded several times.
