Su Wan: "..."
Fu Weiheng glanced at the two who were chatting familiarly, raised his hand and pulled Su Wan, heading towards the Bentley V8 that Zhang Lin had driven earlier.
Su Wan was being led by him and guiltily pointed at the Cayenne behind her: "You're… just going to leave it there?"
Fu Weiheng didn't look back: "Zhang Lin will handle it."
Su Wan felt extremely guilty at this moment, bowed her head, and apologized: "…I'm sorry."
He paused his steps, somewhat knowingly teasing: "Sorry for what?"
Su Wan lowered her head even more: "For crashing your Cayenne…" Then she hastily added, "I'll take care of the repair costs."
Fu Weiheng paused his hand at the car door, placed his hand on the roof, and raised an eyebrow at her: "Do you think that's what I care about, Wanwan?"
He opened the car door and tapped his temple seriously: "For the sake of our future stable life, let Old Yu drive you from now on."
Su Wan: "..." She's not a road hazard!
