Although Han Jie was furious at this moment, he also knew he needed to deal with the problem of his clothes.
Xia Liang nodded, quickly found a public restroom, pulled the car over by the roadside, and Han Jie hurriedly jumped out.
Watching Han Jie's back, Xia Liang let out a cold laugh; that "accident" just now had been deliberate on his part.
Originally he hadn't wanted to bother with the guy; after all, the other party only had a one‑day itinerary, and once today was over they wouldn't have any further contact.
But what the other guy had just said in the car was really disgusting, and maybe even the heavens couldn't stand it, conveniently sending a traffic jam his way.
Xia Liang naturally didn't hesitate and stomped the brake pedal, and sure enough, the arrogant Han Jie ruined his face on the spot.
"Sigh, it's just a pity about my seat cushion."
