"Profiteer, look at how many times your car caused me to fall."
"Okay, okay, I'll make it up to you." Qi Xuanzhi took out a bunch of creamed corn, "Here you go, don't make trouble, I'll go take a look at the car."
"You want to get rid of me even with a piece of corn?" Xiaojiu took off the plastic bag and took a big bite of it, muttering: "You look down on me too much."
Qi Xuanzhi parked the car with the chain aside, wiped his hands with a wet wipe, and got close to Xiaojiu.
"What are you doing? If you can't afford the compensation, don't hit them." Xiao Jiu retreated.
"I'll make it up to you. Not only will I be responsible for repairing your car for the rest of your life, but I'll also buy you corn if you want to eat it. How about that?" Profiteer Qi looked at a mouse that was eating corn.
"Corn?" Xiaojiu's eyes lit up: "Okay!"
Yes. . . It seems like something was pulled down?
The profiteer smiled, patted his wishful thinking, and continued his business of buying corn in exchange for his wife.