"...It's quite serious, and the traffic police said the situation is rather complex, so they need the owner to come over."
Zhang Jingdong intentionally sighed at this point: "Alright, I'll head over now, but don't be scared. It's just a car. If it's crashed, it's crashed. As long as you're fine, that's all that matters. Wait for me."
"Mm."
Suddenly, a high-pitched female voice came from the other side: "You tramp! My husband's car has been out for less than a month, and you crashed it like this. No matter who you find, you still have to compensate us!"
He Jieyu immediately hung up the phone.
Zhang Jingdong frowned slightly, put down the phone, and glanced at Zhao Ziqiu: "I need to deal with something; you can go ahead and sleep."
Zhao Ziqiu nodded obediently: "Mm, be careful."
"Got it."
Zhang Jingdong said as he swiftly dressed and left the house, going downstairs.
