Nan Xia frowned, "What else could it be? All thanks to Song Chuxue's self-directed drama, I've been constantly troubled by others lately."
She looked at the sorry state of the car, devoid of any good mood.
This time it was the car, who knows what might happen next.
Song Chuxue.
Feng Jingxuan pursed his lips tightly: "Did they catch the person?"
Nan Xia gave him a light glance: "She has already left."
Even if they could catch her, what's the use? Let alone the fact that the woman presented a psychiatric certificate, even if she were sane, she'd only be detained for a few days.
"Get in the car first, I'll arrange for someone to fix your car."
Feng Jingxuan glanced down at her, his expression inscrutable, but his tone softened considerably: "If we're fast, your car can be fixed by tomorrow."
Her car was badly damaged, and it was certainly not drivable today.