The intersection descended into severe traffic congestion in an instant.
Leng Mochen initially remained seated in the car, without stepping out. Minor rear-end collisions and scrapes are common occurrences on the road.
Resolving such matters amicably—with both parties choosing either insurance or other settlements—should suffice.
But the female driver was outright amusing, launching straight into deflecting blame without hesitation.
Such people weren't worth accommodating, especially with the growing crowd. Leng Mochen was getting increasingly irritated.
He rolled down the car window and coldly glanced outside, "Old Zhang! Make the call!"
Old Zhang, although still arguing with the other party, kept his eyes and ears fixated on the boss. Upon hearing Leng Mochen's command, he immediately rushed back to the car.
"Mr. Leng! What do you think?"
