"Did anyone else fall to the bottom when you went down?" Zhang Wei Qiang asked.
Everyone looked at each other. Finally, a middle-aged man shook his head and said, "No."
"Is anyone seriously injured?" Zhang Wei Qiang asked again.
"No."
"No."
...
Almost everyone shook their heads, until a sharp, surprisingly strong female voice cried out, "I am! I'm injured! Sir, my daughter and I are both seriously hurt! Ouch, the pain is killing me! You're a good man, please, get us out of here first! My husband is…"
"How shameless! The two of you were just bouncing around, you nearly made the bus fall again! And now you have the nerve to pretend you're seriously injured in front of everyone? Sir, don't listen to her." Before Zhang Wei Qiang could say anything, the others were already glaring at the woman with contempt.
Not to be outdone, the woman opened her mouth to curse, "Who says I'm faking? I am seriously injured! I…"
