"Then let's wait for the police to come and pay and my mental damages." An Lan sounded cold from her red lips. "It's still not too late for you to apologize to me now. I'll give you three seconds to consider. One, two..."
"I... I agreed." The woman's brain was like a short circuit as she blurted out, "I apologize, I was wrong, I was wrong today."
"Okay, then let's discuss the losses." An Lan started her calculator and calculated the losses one by one. In the end, the compensation was more than 30,000 yuan.
"Why is it so much?" The woman couldn't believe it. "I only punctured three of your tires."
