Lu Meng watched helplessly as the bag thief made a clean getaway.
Her ankle throbbed painfully, and with her hands braced on the hood, she pounded it twice in anger, "Damn it! Don't you run!"
When Song Yunchi saw this, his anger surged; had his car offended her in any way?
First, she hits the car and now she's pounding on it as if he were dead?
Click.
After unbuckling his seatbelt, he pushed open the door, got out, and stood with his arms folded across his chest, his posture haughty as he coldly glared at her, "Miss, this isn't how you stage an accident. There are cameras here; I advise you to find a more legitimate way to make money."
What?
Who did he say was staging an accident?
Lu Meng turned around, her eyes fierce as she stared him down, "Who did you say was staging an accident?"
"You."
Damn it!
She, the esteemed young lady of the Lu Family, needed to stage an accident?
This was the joke of the century!
Bam!
