The middle-aged woman suddenly felt a great shock!
Why does this woman's voice sound so familiar?
Like...
Like... Ella Lacey!
But it can't be, she was clearly devoured by my poisonous insects!
"You don't agree?" Mrs. Ding saw her frown and scrutinize her, thinking there was an issue, and hurriedly said, "Our Rolls-Royce will get more compensation, you can directly negotiate the price with the people behind."
Indeed, the driver behind was too scared to get out of the car, knowing how much it would cost to crash into a Rolls-Royce!
"No... no... we don't want compensation anymore."
The middle-aged woman suddenly changed her tone and slowly asked, "What... what's your name?"
"My name?"
Mrs. Ding was a bit embarrassed; her son Ding Jr. had only given her the title "Mrs. Ding," she didn't really have a name.
However, she was quite imaginative and cheerfully replied, "My last name is Ding, you can call me Hannah Turner."
"Hannah... Turner?"
