Xue Xiangtong originally intended to grab her ID card, but accidentally took her work ID instead.
The young traffic cop glanced at her ID and kept calling her "senior," noticing the traces of tears on her face. "Senior, do you have a heart condition? Do you want me to accompany you to the hospital?"
"No need, I'll be fine after sitting for a while." Xue Xiangtong sat on the ground. "Call me when you've handled it."
The young traffic cop nodded. "Senior, please give me your vehicle registration and driver's license for recording."
"Uh..." This car belongs to Mu Shaojie, oh no!
Of course, Xue Xiangtong didn't want him to know she got into an accident with his car.
After all, this isn't a good thing!
"Is it possible to handle this without those documents?" Xue Xiangtong asked.
The young traffic cop: "..."
