A young woman dashed out of the Porsche Cayenne, dressed in a red T-shirt and blue jeans, with a fiery figure and yellow hair, but what she said was somewhat unbelievable.
She ran to the front of the car, glanced over it, and said with relief, "Luckily, the car is fine."
"Hey, you blind beggar, don't you watch where you're walking? Do you have any idea how expensive my car is? If you damaged it, could you even afford to pay for it?"
"Young lady, it was clearly you… not me…" the elderly man lay on the ground, his face pale, lips trembling so much he could hardly speak clearly, evidently terrified by the recent events.
"What yours and mine? You clearly walked right into my car. Are you saying it's my fault? Get up right now, you filthy beggar, don't waste my time."
