Gu Qibao's eyes widened in shock, "Damn!"
His freaking garage clearly had a dozen or two cars; did he think Brother Jinxuan was an idiot?
As if it were entirely justified for him to be this particular about the accident, Di Mingjue added with his usual cold beauty, "This one is my favorite, you know that."
What he meant was that he didn't drive any other car!
"Pfft…" Nangong Jin couldn't help but let out a soft laugh, his voice seductive; taking a slow drag of his cigarette, he said, "Fine, once we go down the mountain, I'll pick out a new one for you to make do with, okay?"
Di Mingjue shook his head, "I'm pressed for time, and I don't have the leisure to pick cars with you."
"Alright." Nangong Jin nodded, didn't waste words, tossed his cigarette butt, stamped it out, and took out his phone to make a call, giving a few instructions, and then looked at Di Mingjue.
"The car dealership will send one over immediately, so you won't be left without a car."
