"Complaint! I want to file a complaint!"
Yang Meifeng, infuriated, pointed at the departing car and raged, "Ning'er, file a complaint now! I want that damned loser to lose his job!"
"Mom, you were the one who was wrong this time. That person didn't provoke you, so why did you insult them for being poor?"
Luo Ning yawned. She had not slept well the entire night, and then she had gone straight to the police station in the morning, without any rest.
As the rain grew heavier, she felt increasingly annoyed, "Now look, the other driver has left, and it's pouring at this hour, making it nearly impossible to hail a cab."
"Psh! It's just rain — I refuse to believe there are no cars available!"
Yang Meifeng was like a stubborn rock, absolutely refusing to admit her mistake.
She immediately leaned out her body and waved her hand, trying to flag down a passing taxi.
Unfortunately, she overestimated her abilities and underestimated the downpour.