"Us common folk, we're just happy today..."
Liu Mang, humming a tune, left behind Luo Li, whose cheeks were flushed and heart was fluttering, and cheerfully departed from Dafuhao Bar, driving toward the police station.
Liu Mang hadn't even left Changhe Road when suddenly a golden Beetle came rushing from behind and banged into the Rolls-Royce's rear.
Liu Mang's head began to ache. Who was this pain in the neck, stirring up trouble for no reason?
He stopped the car and, fuming with anger, got out to confront the Beetle's driver, "What's the matter with you? Got nothing better to do in broad daylight, seeking thrills?"
The Beetle's airbags had already deployed, and the driver couldn't say a word, trapped inside.
Seeing this, Liu Mang pulled the door open, moved aside the airbag, and sure enough, the driver was a woman who hadn't even fastened her seatbelt, and reeked of alcohol—no wonder there was a rear-end collision.
