Just then, without a moment's delay, Yao Ye quickly moved, leading his group to the side, using his body to shield them.
A splash of yellow muddy water drenched most of one of his trouser legs on the spot.
Seeing he had hit someone, the driver hurriedly braked.
"What happened?" Tang Xiangdong, who was resting with his eyes closed in the back seat, opened his eyes and asked.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Tang, there was a puddle in front we didn't notice, and when we drove through, we accidentally splashed water onto someone's clothes." The driver turned around, bowing as he spoke.
Upon hearing this, Tang Xiangdong waved him off to handle it. He was from the local village, and if his driver had hit a villager or a tourist, Tang Xiangdong had to show some care.
The driver unbuckled his seatbelt and got out.
