It's Too Late

"Forget it, forget it. You didn't do it on purpose. Hurry up and leave."

The chauffeur saw that the car was not seriously damaged, mainly because he had more important things to do today. He did not probe further and only waved his hand impatiently.

"Really? Big Brother! Thank you! Can you give me your contact number? When you have time, I'll treat you to a meal as a thank you!"

The female driver's eyes lit up as she hugged the chauffeur's arm and shook it.

The softness of her chest was tightly pressed against the chauffeur's arm. She even deliberately raised her face to look up at the chauffeur.

"… There's no need for that. I still have something on, so I'll leave first."

The chauffeur felt uncomfortable at the thought of all his colleagues and Luo Chen looking at him. After forcing out a sentence, he crawled back into the car as if he was escaping.