Nan Qiao and Li Yehan walked in together, first seeing the driver.
Nan Qiao held a solid iron rod in her hand, producing a piercing sound as it touched the ground.
The driver wasn't injured, but his mental state didn't look good.
Seeing Nan Qiao with an iron rod, the driver knelt down in fear.
"I was forced, I was paid to do it, I didn't want to hit her."
Li Yehan fetched a chair, and Nan Qiao sat down.
Her aura was intimidating, and she stared coldly at the driver.
"Did you ever think about losing your life when you took the money?"
Driver: "I was wrong, I know I was wrong, it's all my fault."
Nan Qiao swung the rod, hitting the driver's right leg.
"Since you don't want to drive anymore, might as well break your right leg, don't drive again."
Nan Qiao's eyes were bloodshot, and she gave a devilish smile, terrifying the driver.
The driver lay on the ground, his clothes drenched in sweat from the pain.
Nan Qiao broke his right hand with the rod as well.