The Range Rover, a luxury car worth over two million yuan, had its rear door dented by a kick from Little Police Flower. Just the repair cost for that would probably be tens of thousands of yuan.
Yang Fei turned around and saw the stunned expression on Little Police Flower's face. With a smirk, he pointed at her nose, "Oh—you're finished, pay up!"
"I didn't do it on purpose... damn it, if I have to compensate, I will. Bad luck charm, every time I see you, something goes wrong."
Feng Cai'er glanced at the employees beside her, feeling somewhat embarrassed.
But when she saw Yang Fei smirking as if he were taking pleasure in her misfortune, she suddenly got annoyed and glared at the employees next to Yang Fei, "You tell me, how should we compensate for the car?"
The staff member bowed slightly, with his hands hanging beside his legs, very respectfully, "Hello, Miss, this car has already been sold."
"Sold? That's it..."
