The entire car hadn't fallen into the ditch; only the front had plunged in. The red paint must have been scraped off quite a bit, and as for whether any parts of the front end had been damaged, that was anyone's guess.
Fang Yi considered himself second to none when it came to driving skills. He had even beaten professional racers, but damn it... to have driven straight into a ditch, this was the biggest stain on his life, a stain that no amount of washing could cleanse.
Then there were these seemingly kind villagers around him. Fang Yi couldn't shake the feeling that they were taking pleasure in his misfortune, whispering and pointing at him.
Fang Yi was exasperated beyond words. He dreaded to think what Xu He would say if she saw him now.
"Aunties and uncles, brothers and sisters, could you not just stand there and watch? Who can help me lift the car up?" Fang Yi looked around hopefully as he asked.
