C8300 She must be a Con Artist

"I can see that you are fine now, and you don't look like you are in any trouble."

Just as Zhang Xiaofann was secretly complaining in his heart, the man in the black cap circled around Zhang Xiaofann and sized him up from top to bottom. Then, he clapped his hands and said.

"Your clothes are scratched, but our car is also scratched. We are even. You don't have to pay for the repairs."

"Alright