Nan Zhe resisted the urge to kick her out of the car. "Are you trying to dismiss me like a beggar here?"
"$400 isn't a small amount." Nan Ge now knew that money was hard to come by. As she spoke, she was a little melancholic. "I almost got hit by a car when I went to deliver food tonight. All the food in the thermal box was ruined."
"Fortunately, President Shen was generous and didn't ask me to compensate him. Otherwise, I would have to pay for it."
"Wait." Nan Zhe frowned.
Nan Ge did not hear him and continued, "You don't know…"
"I said hang on!"
Nan Ge gave him a suspicious look. "What for?"
"What did you just say? Say it again."
Nan Ge realized that he was feeling concerned for her, so she quickly explained, "Oh, I'm fine. The car didn't hit me, so I'm good. Don't worry."
Nan Zhe replied, "Who said anything about this? I was talking about your last sentence."
"…"
