"A scratch about the size of a fingernail?" Xu Meiqi asked angrily.
Before she drove her car towards Su Bei's just now, she calculated the angle and the timing of the collision because she wanted to severely hit Su Bei's car. But much to her surprise, Su Bei's car was almost unscathed.
What made her angrier was that when the staff checked Su Bei's car, they all had a distressed look on their faces. They were professionals, and they saw the extraordinary features of the car.
Most men loved cars, next to their wives or girlfriends. Seeing such a great car suffered a small scratch, they couldn't help showing a look of pity on their faces.
Xu Meiqi snorted coldly. Was it necessary to feel sorry for a car?
In the end, Xu Meiqi's car was directly towed to the repair shop.
The bumper of Su Bei's car needed to be repainted.
