[Damn! How can this girl have such a pretty smile!]
Zhou Tang touched his nose, "It’s fine, I have plenty of friends with cars. A scratch like this, he won’t make you pay for it." But his ears turned red.
"How can that be okay?" Ning Youguang walked to the Ferrari, bent down, and carefully felt the long scratch on the car, "Such a noticeable mark, it needs to be painted at a service center."
Zhou Tang came beside her and bent down to feel the scratch on the Ferrari with her, "There’s really no need to worry about this little scratch, beautiful. How about we exchange contact information? I’ll talk to my friend later and send you a screenshot of our chat. Is that alright?"
"Thank you, Mr. Zhou." Ning Youguang stood up.
As she stood up, Zhou Tang noticed she was quite tall, no wonder her legs were so long.
Just then, a puzzled male voice came from not far away: "Zhou Tang, what are you doing? I’ve been waiting for you upstairs."
Zhou Tang and Ning Youguang turned around together and saw two handsome, tall young men walking towards them.
Among them, Ning Youguang recognized one.
It was Ming Chao.
"Why did you come down? I was just about to go up." Zhou Tang glanced at the girl beside him and smiled.
Now, all his sleepiness vanished, and he felt very energetic.
Ning Youguang also glanced at him.
She was surprised to find that Zhou Tang knew her brother.
So it’s possible her brother also knows the owner of this Ferrari.
As she thought about this, Ming Chao and the young man beside him approached them.
The young man looked at her and Zhou Tang with great interest, evidently curious about their relationship.
Ming Chao spoke first: "Youyou, why are you downstairs? Aren’t you coming up?"
Hearing his words, both the young man and Zhou Tang were extremely surprised.
"You know her?" Zhou Tang asked.
"You know each other?" the young man added.
With just the four of them around, it was clear who Ming Chao was speaking to.
Ming Chao ignored them and continued to question Ning Youguang: "Why are you with him?"
After saying this, he glanced sideways at Zhou Tang, showing a clear look of disdain.
"..." Zhou Tang was speechless.
[Come on, man, give me, a male celebrity, some face in front of a pretty girl!]
Immediately, the young man beside Ming Chao also noticed the scratch on the Ferrari.
The person who had seemed so dashing a moment ago suddenly became irritable: "Damn, which idiot scratched up my car like this! I just bought it last week!"
Great, the creditor has arrived.
As the perpetrator, Ning Youguang felt really embarrassed.
Beside her, Zhou Tang was also hugely embarrassed, wishing he could disappear from the scene.
[Damn, such friends, who needs them!]
Suppressing his urge to curse with difficulty, Zhou Tang put on an elegant face and smiled, "Zhao Er, don’t say such harsh words, it’s just a car. I’ll compensate you!"
Please, don’t embarrass me in front of the pretty lady anymore!
The young man, unable to hear his thoughts, turned around and glared at him mercilessly: "Are you the one who scratched my car?"
Ning Youguang stood awkwardly to the side and said in a gentle voice, "I’m sorry, sir, it was me who accidentally scratched your car."
"..." The young man went silent.
He looked at Ming Chao, who seemed a bit stern, then at Zhou Tang, whose face seemed a bit rigid, and after a while, he awkwardly laughed and said, "So it was the pretty lady who hit my car, no problem, I’ll just take it to the service center for some paint later."
Ning Youguang then smiled and pulled out her phone, "Handsome, give me your number, and I’ll trouble you to take the car for repairs, but you must let me know the cost and I’ll transfer it to you via WeChat."
With such a beautiful girl asking for his number, no matter her relationship with Zhou Tang and Ming Chao, of course, he immediately gave it.
The young man quickly decided and smiled, "Thanks, my number is 137..."
Only, before he could finish, he was interrupted coldly by Ming Chao, "Youyou, you don’t need to worry about it. I’ll handle the car for you, go on up, Xiaoyu is waiting at home for you to play games with him."
[This tone...]
Zhou Tang and the young man exchanged glances.
Ning Youguang didn’t want to add too many strangers on WeChat, even if they were her brother’s friends, so she casually put away her phone, "Thanks, brother."
Then, she pointed at her own car, whose door she hadn’t yet closed, and said a little awkwardly, "Brother, could you help me park the car inside as well?"