Ai Ying snorted coldly, pulled out five hundred yuan from her wallet, and threw it on the ground: "Old lady, I know you're faking an injury. Here's five hundred yuan. If you want it, take it. If not, we can let the traffic police handle it."
Upon hearing Ai Ying's words, the old woman's expression slightly changed, and she was about to pick up the money.
But the money was picked up by Lin Chen first.
"Hey, this girl is too cruel. You hit someone like this and want to settle it with just five hundred yuan? What a joke." Saying that, Lin Chen threw the money back.
The old woman watched the five hundred yuan that was within her reach being thrown back by Lin Chen and was almost driven mad with anger.
She cursed Lin Chen in her heart for meddling. If the police were really called, she wouldn't just not earn any money but would probably get arrested too.
"You, you guy, don't think I don't know, you're in cahoots." Ai Ying looked at Lin Chen angrily.
