I yanked open the warped car door and got in.
A moment later, I emerged, my expression somewhat peculiar.
As I settled back into the car, Sullivan Richardson remained in a daze, staring blankly at the front of the car, which was completely undamaged.
But how is this possible? The other car was clearly wrecked, and by the laws of physics, this car should have also sustained damage.
Seeing me return, she turned and stared at me in a daze.
"Your car...?" she murmured.
"What's wrong with my car?" I asked, genuinely baffled.
Sullivan was speechless, her mouth opening and closing without uttering a word. She felt dazed, wondering if perhaps Audi cars were just exceptionally well-made, hence the situation.
I chuckled, my expression somewhat mischievous.
"You..." Sullivan suddenly understood that I was teasing her.
She widened her beautiful eyes in a mock rage and raised her hand, giving me a playful slap.
