The driver was none other than Zheng Xiyuan.
"What's going on, what's going on?"
As the producer, he heard there was trouble here and rushed over immediately.
As a result, no sooner had he jumped out of the car than he was targeted by Wang Xueya.
"It's you!" Wang Xueya, nursing her injured hand, had eyes like scalpel blades, as if she wanted to slice him open alive.
"Aha! I've finally found you."
Her forehead scar had not yet healed when the driver, who had "hit and run," came knocking on her door, and Wang Xueya's resentment finally had a place to unload.
She always felt her misfortune started from buying chickens that day, and upon seeing Zheng Xiyuan, she felt nothing but anger, disregarding her injured hand as she reached out and grabbed him.
"Moonlight, it's him, he's the one who hurt me."
Zheng Xiyuan: "..."
For a grown man to have his collar seized by a young lady...
What a disgrace!
"Cough! Cough!"
