"Hello, little sister... I was the one driving the red Range Rover this morning."
"Oh, go ahead," Gu Xia said, feeling a headache coming on as she recognized the caller, expecting another tirade.
"It's like this, sister, I've thought it over; I'll fix my own car, and I'll fix yours too, no need for the insurance company... Your Guard Team has a tough time serving us common folks. Also, I plan to give you one hundred thousand yuan for emotional distress. What do you think about this resolution?"
Gu Xia: ...
Something abnormal was surely afoot—that was Gu Xia's first thought.
The lady from the morning had been furious, scolding her and pointing fingers.
At noon, however, she suddenly changed her mind, offering to repair both cars? And pay compensation of one hundred thousand yuan as well?
Perhaps she had lost her mind?
But the lady's tone still sounded quite normal...
"Uh... that doesn't seem right, I was the one who hit you," Gu Xia said, frowning slightly.
