Bai Sulì had a bad feeling: "Weren't you going to attend a colleague's wedding? Why are you back so early?"
Mao Xiaoxia glanced at her husband, seeing him remain silent: "You should say something."
Bai Sulì, a bit anxious, asked, "What exactly happened?"
Yang Ruining lowered his head, a bit embarrassed, and said, "One of the drivers picking up the bride today is also my colleague. He borrowed a relative's car to help with the wedding. I got curious and sat in the driver's seat, then decided to start the car, and unexpectedly ended up in an accident."
Bai Sulì felt a sharp pain in her heart: "Did you crash their car?"
Mao Xiaoxia stood up: "You haven't even learned how to drive, why did you mess with the wheel? The repair costs alone will be a lot. Our colleague who got married paid upfront, and said we can settle when the car is ready. Thankfully no one got hit, and we didn't damage anyone's house; otherwise, I wouldn't know what to do."
