Xander used to mainly do dirty business. He had not even opened his mouth yet, but the brat in front of him was pinning the blame on him.

“Of course I’m going to brake and wait for the red light! You were following behind too closely and bumped into me. Now, you’re blaming me and wronging me?”

Xander glanced at David’s car and noticed there was no license plate on it, nor was there an insurance sticker on the windscreen. Immediately, he was thrilled.

“It’s a new car, right? Well, you see, the