Zheng Lu Hua didn't even need to look to know that the car in front wasn't lightly hit.
The driver got out of the car and walked toward her, clearly coming to settle accounts.
Zheng Lu Hua immediately got out of the car and apologized, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it wasn't intentional. Look, how should we handle this? Compensation or what?"
The driver glanced at Zheng Lu Hua and then at her multimillion Maserati, knew the girl sincerely apologized, and said, "We have an urgent matter to handle now, no time to wait for the police. Can you come with us?"
"Yes, yes," Zheng Lu Hua quickly replied. It's her fault, and whatever the compensation, that's it.
Just then, the back door of the car ahead opened, and a man stepped out, calling, "Zheng Lu Hua?"
Zheng Lu Hua turned her head to look, it was a young man, appearing to be twenty-four or twenty-five, dressed in a high-end tailored suit, his features somewhat familiar.
She tentatively said, "Wu Yang?"
