"Stop!"
Sheng Ning'an raised his hand to interrupt, "My car is brand new, it got scratched on its first day on the road by you guys. The repair cost will be tens of thousands; your apology really isn't that valuable."
The girl's face couldn't help but stiffen.
One, she felt ashamed; two, she hadn't expected the repair costs to be that expensive.
As soon as they heard that the repair costs would be tens of thousands, the middle-aged couple panicked: "No, isn't it just a little bit of paint scraped off? Why would it cost tens of thousands? You, you mustn't swindle us. At worst, we won't ask you for compensation."
"Right, right, right, you are also to blame. At worst, we'll just fix our own damage."
Sheng Ning'an certainly wasn't going to indulge them, shaking his phone in his hand: "Sorry, I've already called the police. Whether you should compensate and how much isn't for you to decide."
