"What's wrong?" He raised his brows slightly and turned his face to the side.
"I don't know what's going on with the car—it won't start..."
Nian Shen furrowed his brows tightly.
Heather asked curiously, "How could it just stop working out of nowhere?"
Yi Yang respectfully replied, "I don't know either. It just suddenly won't start, and there's nothing I can do. Mr. Nian, shall I call a tow truck?"
"Of course, call one. Tow it away and get it fixed—it's no big deal."
Heather thought that made sense. Wealthy people could even replace their cars entirely if they wanted; why would they care about something like repairs?
"Then... I'll call for a tow truck and follow the car to the auto shop to check the situation. And Mr. Nian..." Yi Yang glanced at Heather and said, "Sorry to trouble Miss Hai."
Heather: "..."
What?
"What do you mean by 'trouble me'?"
"Mr. Nian has a social engagement later tonight where drinking will be involved. I'm asking Miss Hai to take care of things."
