Murong Jing glanced at Song Yuzhi and her daughter.
Song Yuzhi's heart turned cold. "I have no money. Wouldn't your insurance cover your car? The insurance company will pay for it."
Murong Jing curled her lips into a smile and said lazily, "But I don't want the insurance company to pay. I want you to pay."
"You!" Song Yuzhi was furious!
Murong Jing stopped smiling and narrowed her cold eyes. "If you obediently compensate me, I'll forget about this matter. I don't have a good temper, if you dont. I might do something you wouldn't like."
Song Yuzhi's expression tensed up when she heard this.
She knew that Shi Qian had made friends with several influential people in the Imperial Capital. This woman didn't appear weak and ordinary. She wouldn't probably resolve with three million yuan if she had provoked some big shot.
Song Yuzhi could only bear the pain and pay up when she weighed the pros and cons.
