"You...okay, if you're going to be like that, I'll have no choice but to call a tow truck, and whatever happens after is your own responsibility."
"I told you, do whatever you want with the tow truck, I don't want the car anymore, handle it however you like."
"..."
Timothy Winslow was truly infuriated.
"What kind of person does this?"
At that moment, a woman's voice came through the phone.
"Alright, let's just go check it out, it's not busy here, we can come back after sorting it out, right?"
"But..."
Timothy Winslow scoffed coldly, "Even the ladies aren't as fussy as you, hmph."
"You...who are you calling fussy, you're the one fussing around, you said you didn't want the car anymore yet you're dawdling, seriously...just wait, I'm coming to tow it."
Hallie Morgan watched him cursing and babbling as he hung up the phone, and walked over, "What's wrong, did you guys have an argument?"
"Some family's person saying they don't want the car anymore, hmm."
