He glanced at the car.
While writing with his head down, he said
"I don't know much about cars, is one million enough?"
Saying this, a check for one million was already made out.
With a tearing sound, he tore it off and handed it over.
There was no emotion in his words.
He was just handling this minor accident matter-of-factly.
The man froze for a moment.
He looked up and carefully examined Su Yan.
His dark eyes seemed to want to pierce through her.
Then he said
"Little Guai?"
He spoke.
Su Yan looked at him and blinked.
Said
"Two million?"
Obviously, the two were not discussing the same point.
Gradually, the man stood up straight, looked down at the one-million-dollar check.
He reached out and took it.
His distinctly jointed hand held the check, looking down at it, contemplating something unknown.
After a while.
The man spoke
"One million is a bit less."
He insisted on asking for more.
Su Yan
"We can ask the traffic police to inspect it, I accept the ruling."
