The deputy general manager faintly heard a woman’s voice over the phone and silently handed the docunt to Feng Li.
So that was it.
He understood.
In Lin City, the weather was overcast, with dense clouds blanketing the sky, creating a heavy atmosphere that felt oppressive.
But the crisp female voice on the other end of the line seed to bring the good weather of Jiang City with her.
"Damn it! He cut off again. What, he looks down on female drivers?"
Wen Qiao, phone in one hand, seed to command the world with her other hand on the map: "Sister Yao, hit him back! I’ll pay for it if we have to. We won’t take this crap."
Fu Jinghen pinched the bridge of his nose: "Wen Qiao, you—"
"Motherf*cker—"
Fu Jinghen hadn’t finished speaking when Wen Qiao interrupted him again, agitated: "He even whistled at . What’s that about, he wants to pick up?"
After saying this, she realized that Fu Jinghen had seed to call her na just now.
"Did you just call ?" she asked. "What’s up?"
Fu Jinghen exhaled: "Nothing, just be safe."
He paused, then added another sentence: "If you crash it, I’ll pay for it."
"Okay, love you, muah."
Having said that, Wen Qiao imdiately hung up the phone.
"Sister Yao, hit him!"
With that sentence from Fu Jinghen, Wen Qiao felt more confident, her spirit imdiately rising.
But the person in that car seed to have had enough fun and, accelerating, zood off, leaving Wen Qiao and her group in a cloud of exhaust.
"..."
"I’ll be damned!"
Wen Qiao wished she could storm up to that car and deliver an unseen blow from Foshan to the driver.
What a jerk.
"That’s just disgusting."
Jiang Yao wasn’t that angry, trying to comfort her: "Alright, he’s gone, that’s what matters. If I really crashed into him on this big road, I’d be freaking out too."
Wen Qiao was still fuming, feeling choked up, and in her heart, she had already greeted the driver’s ancestors for the past eighteen generations.
Jiang Yao rubbed her head: "There, there, don’t let it affect your mood. We won’t encounter such tasteless people every day. We were just unlucky this ti."
Jiang Yao swore, when she said those words, she truly hadn’t expected that they would et that car and its owner again.
After Wen Qiao and Jiang Yao parked their car at Jiang City’s largest beauty center and got out, there suddenly ca the sound of a car honking behind them.
The abrupt and piercing sound startled them both, and they turned around to see the very sa man from the car that had been playing cat-and-mouse with them on the road, getting out and looking exactly like a show-off.
Floral shirt, ripped jeans, brown sunglasses, and a beret on his head.
The man leaned on the car door and whistled at them: "Beauties, we et again."
"..."
With an unspeakable expression, Jiang Yao looked at the person and car ahead, and asked, "When did you attract such a rotten peach blossom?"
Wen Qiao’s face was expressionless: "Sister Yao, you can eat ssy food but not talk ss. What if it was you who attracted him?"
No sooner had she finished speaking than the man across from them shut his car door and walked straight toward Wen Qiao.
Jiang Yao saw this and laughed: "Ha!"
Wen Qiao also saw this and scoffed: "Heh."
The man stopped in front of Wen Qiao, took off his sunglasses, and with a frivolous smile and unblinking eyes, extended his hand to her: "Cheng Jue, may I ask for the lady’s distinguished last na?"
Wen Qiao’s eyes, hidden behind her sunglasses, coldly looked at the man in front of her. She moved her lips and enunciated clearly, word for word: "My, last, na, is, ’Your Dad’."
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