Song Yan silently thought to herself, it shouldn't be, it couldn't be, he wouldn't go that far...
But then Gu Chenxiao pointed to the clear scratch on her car and then to his car parked beside it.
Ironclad evidence.
And to faithfully recreate the scene before the accident, had he intentionally parked his car right next to hers?
Without changing her expression, Song Yan blurted out a lie, "You've misunderstood, it wasn't me driving the car, it was my driver who damaged your car."
After pausing, she continued, "And it wasn't hit-and-run either. I specifically told my driver to wait there for the car owner. What, you didn't encounter them?"
Having said that, she fearlessly met Gu Chenxiao's gaze.
Gu Chenxiao gave her a deep look.
Then he tapped on the window of the black Bentley. The window rolled down, and the driver handed him something.
Before long, that thing appeared in front of Song Yan.
Song Yan skeptically took it.
Wondering why he was giving her a flyer, she looked closely and was almost bowled over by the huge slogan on it.
Her mouth twitched violently.
As if holding a hot potato, she immediately handed the flyer back, "This... I don't need this, thank you."
Just as Song Yan was pondering what he meant, a cool voice came from above her head, "So you think I need it?"
"Maybe you really..." Song Yan almost blurted out without thinking. The next second, meeting his deadly gaze, she abruptly stopped herself and forcibly turned it around, "...don't need it."
But she was confused; weren't they just discussing the hit-and-run?
Why was he suddenly handing out flyers to her in the street?
And such flyers... essential items for tough guys.
Gu Chenxiao looked at her expressionlessly and said, "Otherwise, what was your purpose in putting it on my car?"
Feeling utterly bewildered, Song Yan replied, "What? I didn't..."
Gu Chenxiao gave her a piercing look, "So it wasn't you who damaged my car?"
"It was me, but I didn't put that flyer on your car..."
After she finished, she saw Gu Chenxiao's gaze growing deeper, and she suddenly realized the implication, but it was already too late.
Gu Chenxiao's gaze was cool, "Still saying it wasn't hit-and-run?"
Song Yan: "..."
She had been too hasty.
How cunning this man was, she couldn't afford to be careless in front of him.
Seeing her look as if she was deeply regretful, Gu Chenxiao's thin lips parted slightly, "Miss Song, aren't you going to explain?"
The car she drove today wasn't new, and the license plate was all too familiar to her.
"Even if I wasn't at the scene, Miss Song, you should have my phone number, right? You didn't even inform me?"
Song Yan pursed her lips lightly.
"Then call the police," she said with an attitude of resignation.
She indeed recognized at first sight that it was his car.
She didn't know what the driver had done; she had clearly instructed him to stay there and handle the situation, yet now, the car owner had shown up at her doorstep, accusing her of hit-and-run.
"Fine." Gu Chenxiao made a move to take out his phone, actually looking like he was going to call the police. Song Yan cursed silently to herself and hastily said, "Let's settle this privately, there's no need to trouble the traffic police. Call me after you get your car fixed, and I will pay for the repairs."
She mainly wanted to avoid the hassle.
And she didn't want to hit the headlines again because of a car accident.
Gu Chenxiao spoke with an icy tone, rejecting her proposal, "No, if you don't answer your phone, where do I find you?"
Song Yan laughed angrily, "Do I seem like the kind of person who shirks responsibility?"