I Was Delivering Food by Bike When I Crashed into My Ex-Wife's Luxury Car

Rain poured down in torrents, fat drops pounding on Qi Hao's helmet with a crackling sound. He narrowed his eyes, trying to make out the address on his phone's navigation through his fogged visor. The high-rises in the business district were little more than hazy outlines behind the curtain of rain, and neon signs blurred into patches of color. "Just one last order," Qi Hao murmured, feeling the cold, soaked uniform clinging to his back. He sped up his electric scooter, leaving a trail of water across the flooded road. Suddenly, a car shot out from a side street. Qi Hao slammed on the brakes