Song Ze's mind was completely blank at this moment, partly because he was drunk and not exactly clear-headed, and partly because he had just been rear-ended.
In this situation, if the police were called, he'd definitely go to jail.
Therefore, when the person from the rear-ending car came over to knock on the window, he merely rubbed his face hard to try and stay as clear-headed as possible. Then Chen Weiwei rolled down the car window a bit and shouted out, "Forget it, forget it, this time I'm unlucky, everyone just fix their own cars."
Saying this, Song Ze was about to start the car, but two of the people blocked his car from the front.
One person pointed at him through the windshield and yelled, "Get out! We can smell alcohol, have you been drinking? Drunk driving!"
"Definitely! Otherwise, why would he be so kind as not to pursue our rear-ending responsibility?"
"Get down here! If you don't, we'll call the police, we've taken a picture of your license plate."
