"Yeah!" Wang Churan said with a bitter smile, "I just heard he hit a Mercedes on his way home. I knew then that the car he hit must be yours."
"After all, you're the only one in the complex who has a Mercedes."
Chen Nan laughed, unable to hold back his admiration, "I never imagined fate could be so magical, you and your husband both ended up hitting my car."
He was already thankful that Yang Shujun had hit his car.
Otherwise, he would have had to pay three hundred thousand to fix it.
Ever since Yang Shujun hit him,
his mood had been beautiful.
It was like he had freeloaded a hundred times, a hundred times, on Wang Churan!
And now,
his mood was even more excited and thrilled.
It was as if Yang Shujun was paying for him to freeload on his beautiful wife!
Just! Damn! Very! Awesome!
Ding-dong!
Without warning,
the doorbell rang.
"I have a friend over, let's talk later!" Chen Nan ended his call with Wang Churan, stood up, and went outside to open the door.