After an intense mental struggle, Zhou Yuan finally made a choice.
"Forget it…"
"Alright." His colleague hung up the phone with a beep.
Zhou Yuan leaned back in the driver's seat, sighed, and closed his eyes wearily, hoping to rest for a moment.
But not long after, there was a knock on the window.
It was a traffic cop writing a ticket.
"Sorry, I'll leave right away." Zhou Yuan quickly apologized with an awkward smile and hurriedly drove off.
He had not gone far when he heard a loud bang, and the car began to shake.
A tire had blown out.
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!" Zhou Yuan gritted his teeth, pounding the steering wheel to vent his frustration, feeling like the whole world was against him.
With a flat tire, he had no choice but to call for a tow truck, and then pay for the tire replacement, adding another expense.
This only worsened his already terrible mood.
Screeech—!!!
Suddenly, the ear-piercing sound of brakes came from ahead, followed by a loud crash.
