Seeing the two glaring at each other, Mo Jiaolan felt helpless and could only try to mediate, "Stop! Both of you, stop arguing!"
How could she not understand her own cousin? This girl had been pampered and spoiled since she was young, accustomed to being arrogant. Perhaps Ling Feng was somewhat at fault today, but it was surely she who had provoked it.
She had barely finished speaking when the rescue vehicle arrived. Seeing the car engulfed in flames, the driver came out and asked, "Who's the car owner?"
"It's me."
"Miss, your car is burned like this, do you still want to have it towed back?" the driver asked.
"Of course, this car is fully insured! And I'm also a VIP customer of your shop!"
Chen Yuhe said, pulling out a card from her small bag and handing it over!
The driver glanced at the card and immediately straightened up in respect, because there were only a handful of such cards issued in the county—a mere ten!
