The men who were just now flaunting their power in front of Han Fei had all been scared senseless, and the women who had been shouting loudly had forgotten to cry; they had just brushed past the God of Death.
Everyone had already stepped aside, and those voices had all disappeared. Han Fei really wanted to bandage Li Guo'er's wounds at that moment, but public opinion is a fearsome thing. If the onlookers saw this scene, they would surely spin even more outrageous rumors, which would only harm Li Guo'er.
"Group leader, you should go upstairs first. There are still many matters waiting for you at the company; don't delay any longer out here."
"Thank you."
"Don't mention it. If it weren't for you saving me that day, how could I be here?"
Li Guo'er found her glasses in the car while waiting for the police, and Han Fei tore down the banner with Fu Yi's photo from the minibus and took the elevator upstairs.
