song qincheng knew that he wasn't as easy to fool as aunt yan. just as she was thinking about how to answer, someone pressed her forehead. the force was neither light nor heavy, but because the pain came so suddenly, she subconsciously looked back to avoid it.
seeing her like this, yu tingchuan slowly asked, " "accidentally hit it?"
" ... " song qincheng hesitated for a moment and told him about the car accident, " " shen che's car was rear-ended, and i didn't wear my seat belt, so i hit my head. "
"he's been a driver for a few years and was rear-ended by someone." yu tingchuan pulled his tie and placed it on the chair.
"three years,"
song qincheng flicked her bangs, trying to cover the bruise. " " actually, it has nothing to do with shen che's driving skills. the car was parked there, and the other party crashed into it. "
yu tingchuan's gaze stopped at her forehead. " "did the traffic police come over to handle this?"
