The driver didn't understand English, so he turned his head to check the condition of the car. He saw a not very obvious mark at the rear end of the car, some paint had been scraped off.
"Wait a moment, I'll ask for Summer's opinion." He made a wait gesture towards the butler, and then hurriedly walked over to open the car door, "Summer, the paint got scraped off but it's no big deal."
Summer Gardner nodded lightly, "Let it go, let them go."
After all, the car was insured, and dings and scratches on the road were inevitable.
Her beloved daughter was waiting for her lunch at home, so Summer didn't want to waste too much time.
"Miss Summer," the driver scratched his hair in embarrassment, "It seems the other side is a foreigner, I don't speak English."
