Yu Jingxi suddenly squinted his eyes and asked a question he had already seen through. "What exactly happened to you that night?"
Caught off guard by the question, An Ning furrowed her brows.
Yu Jingxi continued to speak. "I've already asked a friend in the traffic department to help investigate the owner of that car."
An Ning pretended not to understand and asked, "What car?"
"The white Lamborghini you got into that night!" Yu Jingxi replied.
An Ning said, particularly displeased, "Why are you investigating this? Yu Jingxi... I really didn't expect you to be so... nosy, like an old lady with nothing to do all day."
Yu Jingxi ignored her sarcasm. "That's a custom Lamborghini, only two in the world, one driven by a certain president's youngest son, and the other appeared in our city. The identity of this person is quite prominent. If you have such an impressive friend, I should have known. But unfortunately, I don't know this person."
An Ning slowly closed her mouth.
