Han Yue'er was a smart woman, and she thought that this was no coincidence but a targeted act.
Moreover, she suspected it might be Chen Tianjie's doing.
If it were ordinary thugs, could they really come up with 30,000 yuan to compensate for the losses?
"That's what I thought too, and I also suspect the mastermind behind this is your pursuer, the one you pissed off the other day," he said.
After Lin Zhenghui finished speaking, one of his meaty hands landed on her beautiful leg and slowly began to move upward.
"Are you trying to say that I should compensate you for this loss?" Han Yue'er didn't remove his groping hand but focused on driving instead.
Just like Lin Wan'er last night, Lin Zhenghui could be searching for the treasure ball at the entrance of her secret garden, and she'd pretend to be oblivious.
Having had a prior experience, Lin Zhenghui was feeling a bit more audacious, directly reaching toward the hill of her bosom.
