"Oh crap!"
Lin Zifeng nearly fell to the ground upon hearing that. Clearly, she was the one disregarding others' feelings, speeding up and shining her headlights straight into people's eyes, yet she had the nerve to say Lin Zifeng was faking an accident?
"Hey!"
Before Lin Zifeng could speak, a sweet-looking young girl with smooth, flowing black hair stepped out of the car. Her delicate face was lightly made-up, looking very attractive.
If her makeup were a bit heavier, at first glance, she would be as charming as an experienced woman in her mid-twenties.
"Mister, are you okay? The car didn't hit you, did it? Are you hurt? How about I give you some money to see a doctor?"
The girl repeatedly apologized, which soothed Lin Zifeng's wounded feelings a bit.
"Mingyue, don't bother with this guy. Just look at him, he doesn't seem like a good person. Let's go, we have a contract to sign."
An aloof voice came from inside the Cayenne.
