"I say your driver's license must be fake, right? Who told you that I absolutely had to give way? That's enough, stop yammering with me, let the patrol officer handle it."
The woman waved her hand impatiently as if she had determined that it was all Greg Jensen's fault, and she picked up her cell phone to dial the emergency number.
Seeing this, Greg Jensen sneered and stopped talking. He returned to his car and quietly waited for the patrol officer to come and deal with the situation.
After a while, the woman seemingly finished her call and came back to Greg Jensen's car, nagging,
"Buying a broken-down H6 and you forget your own surname, huh? Zooming around on the road, do you think you can afford to hit a luxury car?"
Greg Jensen frowned, not bothering to stoop to this woman's level.
