"I didn't expect it to be Mr Messy. I'm so sorry that I hit your car." Seeing him looking at her, he suddenly smiled inexplicably, "It seems that you really hate me." He glanced at the part dented by her car, his eyes full of deep meaning.
"You probably made a mistake. You are just a stranger to me now. I can't talk about hate at all. If I hate you, I will only hit you, not your car."
She was only worried that her son would be found out, and she didn't have the heart to tangle with him at all. Before he could speak, she continued, "I have left my phone number with your driver, and I will pay for the repairs. You don't have to worry about it. After finishing speaking, he quickly turned around and walked towards his own car, but was brought back by him.
The driver on the side looked in sh
