Suming parked the car outside the crowd. As soon as he got out, he heard a sharp voice among the onlookers, "Hiding in the car won't save you, smash it!"
The voice was not Nangong Yan's. Suming almost got livid with rage. Who was this, being so aggressive and vandalizing someone's car in broad daylight?
Pushing through the crowd, Suming saw a Beetle smashed to pieces before his eyes, and a surge of blood rushed up his neck.
Since returning from Xiangjiang last time, Suming had offered to buy Nangong a car. It took her a long time to decide, but she eventually chose this red Beetle. It wasn't expensive, but probably because it was a gift from Suming, Nangong cherished it greatly. She washed it every three days, waxed it every half a month, and would rush to the dealership for repairs at the slightest scratch.
