"What are you doing?" Song Xiaoru became even more frantic and struggled to break free from the other person.
The burly man glared with wide eyes and bellowed, "What am I doing? Think you're so great because you're rich, hit someone and still think you can get away without compensating? Still trying to run away?"
"I'm not running away, thirty thousand is too much, I want to go through insurance."
The burly man shouted, "You're driving a sports car worth millions, and you think thirty thousand is too much? You're clearly trying to escape. Let me tell you, we poor people aren't that easy to bully."
That kind-hearted older sister, who had seemed so well-intentioned before, now bore a look of righteous indignation and called out, "Everyone look, this is what the wealthy are like, they hit someone and don't pay compensation, and even try to deny it, it's simply too bullying."
"So what if you're rich? If you hit someone, you need to take responsibility!"
