C132 The Ghost Hand King

"It's no big deal, driver! My coat isn't worth much—it's just a bit of mud. A wash and it'll dry out fine, no need to worry about compensation!"

Shen Yong pulled out 200 yuan and said, "Could you please take these two ladies home? It's pouring out there, and I appreciate your efforts."

"No, no, no! I can't take your money! To show my regret