Qiao Nanchu walked to the rear of the car, looked around a few times, "It's quite badly damaged, I'll call someone to tow the car, and after that, I'll take you."
Zhang Zixi shook her head and declined, "No need to trouble yourself."
"It's entirely my fault," he said with a breeziness in his eyes but a firm tone, "I have to take responsibility."
He hadn't changed at all, spontaneous in nature but not so compliant, with no understanding of sentiments in his words or looks. Zhang Zixi gave up arguing, "Then I'll trouble you."
"Contact me after you get the repair cost," he parked the car and walked towards the hotel.
She stood there, watching his back for a while, dazed, then followed him, "Okay."
The next day, at the Criminal Intelligence Department.
Qiao Nanchu had gone out for a while and upon his return, he handed Li Xiaodong a bloody piece of paper.
"Check this number."
Li Xiaodong spread it out and looked it over several times, front and back, "What is this?"