The Dog-Headed Strategist
When Qin Liffei saw the other party, his smile abruptly vanished.
That damned driver—why had he come back?
Xiao Yifeng had no idea what was going on. Remembering Qin Liffei's claim that the driver had gotten into a car accident because of drunk driving—
He immediately lunged forward and grabbed him by the collar.
"You're simply seeking death! Don't you know the traffic safety laws?"
"Ah?" The driver was yanked up so hard his feet nearly left the ground.
"What traffic safety laws?"
"Look what you did to Brother Qin. He's practically been roasted into chicken-comb grease!"
The driver's face was full of bewilderment. "What did I do?"
"What did you do? I—" Xiao Yifeng was about to slap him across the face.
But Qin Liffei promptly stopped him. "Brother Xiao, don't be impulsive. This matter has already passed, so let it go."
He could hardly reveal the truth. It would be too embarrassing.
"How can we let him off so easily? Brother Qin, you're just too kind."
"I used to be just like you. But after suffering countless losses, my heart is now as solid as a rock!"
"I have to beat him up!"
As he spoke, he was about to make a move again.
The driver was deeply wronged and struggled free. "What exactly did I do? Why are you beating me?"
"I should be asking that! Mr. Qin drove off in my car and left me there."
"I came here to ask about the car."
"??"
The moment the driver said that, Xiao Yifeng understood that things were not so simple.
Qin Liffei looked utterly miserable, while the driver looked completely unharmed. It did not seem like there had been a car accident.
It appeared Qin Liffei had lied.
He had driven out by