Chapter 113 Shameless Woman
A young woman dashed out of the Porsche Cayenne, dressed in a red T-shirt and blue jeans, with a fiery figure and yellow hair, but what she said was somewhat unbelievable.
She ran to the front of the car, glanced over it, and said with relief, "Luckily, the car is fine."
"Hey, you blind beggar, don’t you watch where you’re walking? Do you have any idea how expensive my car is? If you damaged it, could you even afford to pay for it?"
"Young lady, it was clearly you... not me..." the elderly man lay on the ground, his face pale, lips trembling so much he could hardly speak clearly, evidently terrified by the recent events.
"What yours and mine? You clearly walked right into my car. Are you saying it’s my fault? Get up right now, you filthy beggar, don’t waste my time."
The young woman spoke with an arrogant posture, her eyes filled with scorn, giving off an air of superiority. She looked at the beggar-like old man with disgust and repulsion, and she couldn’t help but take a few steps back.
For a while, passersby surrounding the scene pointed and talked, but none dared to step forward and say anything. After all, anyone who could afford a Porsche worth millions wasn’t someone ordinary people could afford to offend. These days, there weren’t many kind-hearted souls left.
"You filthy beggar, didn’t you hear what I said? Get lost now. Are you trying to scam some money?" the young woman snorted coldly.
"Alright, Yanyan, stop talking."
At that moment, a crisp voice emerged from the Porsche, as a woman in a white dress who resembled a princess stepped out.