Quick Transmigration Live Broadcast: The Villain Boss is the Female Emperor!

Chong Ai started the car, slowed down, and slowly drove forward.

When the car was about to reach its destination, a figure suddenly flashed past, and Chong Ai stepped on the brakes in time.

"Ouch—I hit someone—it hurts—" the old man's hoarse and sharp voice came from the front of the car.

There are a lot of people walking on the street in the old town, when they saw a luxury car hitting someone, they all gathered around, pointing and discussing.

The luxury cars were surrounded, and it suddenly became as lively as a vegetable market.

When people saw a young and fashionable girl sitting in a luxury car, there was more than a little malice in their eyes.

"She still hasn't come down to help the old man..."

"Who cares for this mistress? He drives around when he's not going to work, and doesn't get out of the car when he bumps into someone. Do you want to escape?"

"The old man is so pitiful. He should have been hit so badly that he couldn't even get up on the ground."

"..."

Chong Ai knocked down the car window, and glanced around indifferently.

Those who were swept away felt an inexplicable chill gushing from their backs, and the discussion suddenly became more intense.

"Look at her staring at us..."

"Ouch! It hurts! It's unreasonable, I killed someone—" The old man lying in front of the sports car screamed terribly.

The accident happened near Fu Jingran's home. Although he didn't like to watch the crowds, he was tall and casually glanced at someone he was familiar with. He immediately pushed aside the crowd and walked into the encirclement.

Fu Jingran glanced coldly, and listening to people's discussions, he immediately understood what happened.

The old man groaned on the ground, but the woman sitting in the luxury car looked cold.

People naturally stood on the side of the weak, accusing the woman in the car fiercely, and their words became more and more ugly.

Fu Jingran frowned, looked at the crowd coldly, then walked up to the old man who was suspected of being injured, and said, "Old man, where did you get hurt?"

The injured man was a grandfather in his sixties or seventies. Seeing that Fu Jingran wanted to check the wound, a guilty look flashed in his eyes.

"Right foot, my right foot seems to be broken, don't move, it hurts me to death——" the old man cried miserably.

Fu Jingran frowned even deeper, and was about to speak when a clear and gentle female voice came.

At some point, Chong Ai had already got out of the car, looked at the old man condescendingly, and said, "You got hit on your right foot, right..."

Holding a check in her hand, she said, "Here is half a million. I'll buy you a leg. Put your right foot in front and let me run it over. If it's not enough..."

People saw that woman with a strong aura took out her mobile phone, as if she had dialed someone's number.

"Secretary Zhao, you contact the lawyer and the crematorium... That's right... I accidentally killed someone... Come here and deal with it."

The crowd was terrified when they heard it, whether there is any king's law!

No matter what they thought, Chong Ai pulled Fu Jingran up with one hand and said, "Get out of the way, don't block my way."

The old man's face turned pale. He had encountered a hard problem. Generally, drivers who hit someone, regardless of gender, would be frightened, and had already sent them to the hospital and lost money in a good manner.

Unlike this woman, not only is she not afraid, she seems to really plan to hit him with her car again.

A rich man is really lawless, what if he is really killed by a collision, the old man swallowed in fear, and didn't even cry out in pain.

Fu Jingran held Chong Ai's delicate arm, and said flatly, "Stop making trouble."

Immediately, his sharp eyes shot at the flustered and pale old man.

"If you leave now, she won't hold you accountable."