The titanium gray electric scooter zipped through the road, and Xin Youling hugged the handicapped kitten, feeling as though her future was nearly shattered.
As nightfall approached, Jiang Ning turned on the dazzling lights of the scooter, blending into the traffic, merging with the crowd.
Xin Youling was still anxious, not wanting to face criminal charges: "Jiang Ning, you just hit someone and ran."
Jiang Ning maintained his calm demeanor: "It's not the first time."
Xin Youling became even more worried: "Wait, are you a fugitive?"
Jiang Ning: "Old auntie said there aren't any cameras in that place. Do you know what recidivist intuition is?"
Xin Youling saw he didn't look like he was lying, so her heart eased a bit, calming down to think. The Jiang Ning she remembered was always steady, never impulsive.
This kind of person truly gives off a sense of reliability.
"Besides, I'm the one who fought, why should you worry?" Jiang Ning rode steadily.
