Lei Zijia reacted agilely, leaping up from the ground, tossing aside his paintbrush, and hastily running to the front of the driver's seat, where he steadied Shen Xiaoman, "Are you hurt?"
Due to Shen Xiaoman's sudden swerve, the motorhome had left the roadway and stopped by the side of the road. Shen Xiaoman's face was pale, her forehead was covered with sweat, and her hands were clutching her earlobes as she repeatedly said nervously, "I hit someone, I hit someone. He just rushed out like that, and I swerved, but I still hit him. What should we do? Zijia, I've killed someone. I, I..."
Lei Zijia unfastened her safety belt and picked her up, holding her tightly. With one hand, he gently soothed her back and whispered comforting words, "It's okay, Xiaoman, don't be scared! Stay in the car, I'll go check..."
As soon as Lei Zijia let go, Shen Xiaoman grabbed him anxiously, "I'm scared!!"