Shit!
Rich folks really know how to have fun!
The middle-aged man lamented silently to himself.
There had been a fender-bender, yet the people in the Maybach's back seat were still playing music and dancing!
Still, the middle-aged man didn't dare look too much, just glanced inadvertently, then focused his attention on the rear of his own car.
The Maybach's front bumper seemed fine, but his Lexus had a scratch and paint-off marks.
The middle-aged man frowned slightly, feeling a bit heartbroken—his car was newly purchased.
"Go through insurance or fix it yourself?"
Qin Feng noticed the scratch and asked.
"Hmm, better go through insurance."
Although the middle-aged man wanted to please Qin Feng, since they were strangers, he was reluctant to just fix the car on his own.
Moreover, the fault in a rear-end collision was clear; it would be far too obsequious for him to offer to cover it himself.
