"I'm his employer. Let him go," Qin Fan said with a faint smile, stepping to the front of the car as the man's threats died down.
"Sure, no problem at all!" The man with the thick gold chain smirked proudly, releasing the young driver he had pinned against the hood.
"Go wait in the car," Qin Fan said to the driver, patting the dust off his clothes with a chuckle. "And if you ever run into something like this again, don't panic. You hear me? Never panic. If money can solve the problem, it's not worth panicking over."
"Thank you, Boss! Thank you!" The designated driver looked incredibly grateful, nodding vigorously as he scurried back to the car. He was just a driver earning a wage, and his connection to Qin Fan was merely that of a stranger met by chance. Faced with a potential payment of ten thousand yuan—an enormous sum for him—he certainly wasn't about to puff out his chest and heroically take responsibility.
