A few men were lying there, realizing they had met their match, their faces as pale as a corpse.
Qin Shaojin lit a cigarette, leaning against the car to smoke.
Wen Nuan bit her lip, leaning into his arms, "Honey, should we call 120 to get an ambulance for them?"
Qin Shaojin hugged Wen Nuan, "Hmm, my wife is indeed kind-hearted."
Wen Nuan smiled, glancing again at the staged accident, recalling how her dad encountered it a few years ago and ended up paying twenty thousand yuan to settle it. It was truly detestable!
She picked up her phone to call Shen Mubai, "Dr. Shen, I accidentally hit someone with my car, and they're seriously injured. Could you send an ambulance over?"
Shen Mubai heard Wen Nuan's voice and adjusted his glasses.
Hit someone?
Does that voice sound like she hit someone?
"Put Qin Shaojin on the phone."
Wen Nuan handed the phone to Qin Shaojin.
