Chrissy was driving behind Nance about twenty or thirty feet away.
There wasn't much traffic on the road, but Nance didn't notice her.
She saw Nance through the rear window. He seemed to be talking to someone while driving.
Nance kept looking at the passenger seat on the right. She could see his lips moving. Was there someone in the passenger seat?
No. At least, she didn't see anyone from the back. Unless the person wasn't as tall as the back of the car or was a child.
But that was impossible. She had been following Nance's car and didn't see him stop. It was impossible for someone to get in the car.
However, Nance's behavior was very strange.
Suddenly, a car in the opposite lane turned on its high beams.
The high beams came from Nance's car. Chris felt her eyes blur.
The next moment, Kris saw a woman appear in the passenger seat of Nance's car.
The woman turned her head and looked at Kris.
"Why is there a woman in Nance's car?" Chris took a closer look. Gone?
Did I see wrong? Or was it blocked by the seat?
Chris felt uneasy. An ominous feeling lingered in her heart …
"Where's the car? Why is it gone? "
Whoosh —
Suddenly, Chris heard breathing behind her. There was a flash in the rear mirror. She seemed to see a woman in the backseat.
"Ah …" Chris turned the steering wheel in fright.
Bang —
Chris's head was bleeding from the collision.
Thankfully, the car wasn't going fast, so it didn't cause a car accident. However, it hit a taxi on the side lane.
"Damn it, get out. Bastard, do you know how to drive?" Hearing the angry roar, Chris unbuckled her seatbelt. She saw that the taxi driver was black. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It's my fault. How much is it? I'll pay you."
"I knew it was a female driver." Vincent waved his hands and shouted, "Look, you dented my door. Three hundred dollars."
Chris was angry. Asking for three hundred dollars for such a small dent? Why don't you rob someone?
"That's impossible. I can't pay you three hundred dollars. One hundred at most."
"Do you know that a trip to the garage costs one hundred dollars? If you don't have money to pay for it, don't drive on the road. You only scratched my car this time. Next time, you might kill someone. Do you understand? "
Vincent's tongue was too poisonous, and Chris was instantly enraged.
She was already on the verge of losing control of her emotions. Now that she was scolded by Vincent, she lost control.
Bang –
"Bastard, say that again. Do you believe that I won't tear your mouth apart?"
"Ugly bitch? Do you think I'm afraid of you? I don't care if you're a woman or not. I'll beat you up so badly that even your mother won't recognize you. "
"Okay, Vincent." Chen Zhao finally got out of the car. "Chris, hello. We meet again." "Okay, Vincent."
"You are … oh, the person from yesterday."
Chris didn't have a deep impression of Chen Zhao.
After all, Chen Zhao was only one of the countless people who had asked for her number.
Chris still remembered that Chen Zhao had given her a business card with only his phone number, but it had been thrown into the trash a long time ago.
"Vincent, aren't you embarrassed to ask for three hundred dollars for such a small scratch? I think you should just rob a bank."
Vincent saw Chen Zhao's look and immediately returned it. "Forget it. For your sake, two hundred dollars can't be any less. Give it to me."
Chris glanced at the scratch and estimated that it was about the same price.
But the problem now was that she didn't have money.
There was no Alipay overseas. She could transfer money with a scan of her phone.
"Um, I don't have that much money now. Can I pay next time?"
Americans were used to using credit cards. Most people wouldn't have more than one hundred dollars on them.
"I don't even know you. How do I know that you won't trick me? I have to pay now."
"Vincent, put the two hundred dollars on me."
"How … how can I do that?" Chris was conflicted again.
"It's fine. It's just a small thing. You can pay me back next time."
"Okay." Chris didn't want to owe people favors, but she didn't have two hundred dollars right now. She didn't even have two hundred dollars in her bank account. "I'll pay you back when I have money."
"You can pay me back whenever you want, but can you give me your number?"
"Oh, right …" Chris took out her phone and exchanged numbers.
"Then goodbye."
"Goodbye."
"Oh … your backseat …"
Whoosh —
Vincent had already started the car. Chen Zhao was instantly enraged. "Vincent, can't you see that I'm hitting on a girl?"
"Chen, you know enough pretty girls. You should control yourself. I saw that your legs were shaking when you left that woman's house today."
"That's because I sat on the toilet for too long. My legs are temporarily numb because of the lack of blood flow."
"Alright, I'll take it as I believe you."
…
Chris was still at the scene of the car accident. She heard Chen Zhao's words.
He didn't finish, but she felt chills down her spine.
Backseat? What did Chen Zhao want to say just now?
Was there something in the backseat?
Chris turned to look at the empty car. Was there someone in the car?
No, there was something?
Chris didn't dare to get in the car. Was there something in the car?
Chris took out her phone and looked at Chen Zhao's number.
Finally, she dialed the number. "Hi, Chen, it's me, Chris."
"What's up?"
"You haven't finished. What did you want to say?"
"I wanted to ask you, is the pretty girl in the backseat your friend? I wanted to ask you for her number. "
There really was someone in the backseat?!
"Chen, is there someone in the backseat? How come I didn't see her? "
"Are you blind? There's clearly a girl."
"Bullsh * t. There's no one. If there was, I would've seen her, let alone a pretty girl."
"I don't want to argue with you. I need to talk to Chris," Chen Zhao said into the phone. "Chris, are you still there?"
"I'm here … Chen, can … can you come back for a while?"
"What's up?"
"You said you saw another woman in my car, right?"
"Yes. Is there a problem?"
"But … I didn't see her … No, more accurately, I saw her and then I got into a car accident. Chen, please, can you come back? I'm scared … I believe there's something in my car, but it's definitely not my friend. "
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