The driver was rendered speechless by this little vixen. Unsure of what to do, he worried that if he didn't handle this properly, the boss would make him pack his bags and leave. He didn't want to lose a job with a monthly salary of tens of thousands.
"Da Yong, get in the car. I'll handle this," Sun Dasheng said, having heard the whole exchange. He knew the driver, Da Yong, couldn't manage such a complex situation. He told him to get in the car and got out himself.
"Are you his boss? Then you must be very rich. My car is damaged, you have to compensate me," Yang Xintian demanded, playing the victim the moment his foot touched the ground.
"Oh?" Sun Dasheng took a few steps toward her and smiled teasingly. "You really want me to compensate you?"
It was only when he was right in front of her that she got a clear look at his face, and she was stunned.
Isn't this the man who was standing beside my uncle at the elevator?
"Yang Xintian!" he said, calling out her name precisely.
