"I asked you to tell me the characteristics of the vehicle, not the extent of the damage." The voice on the other end of the phone was getting impatient.
"The general shape of the car was..." Although Buddy couldn't explain the details, he knew that there was a little golden man in front of Chu Ning's Rolls-Royce. He remembered it clearly.
Because he knew that this must be very valuable, but when he tried to reach out to touch and break it, the little golden man at the head of the car had quickly shrunk back into the engine cover. Buddy still felt a little regretful about it. He felt that if he had been faster, he might have been able to pull the little golden man down.
Buddy described for several minutes. He was really bad at organizing his words, but the person on the other end of the phone finally understood that he had destroyed a Rolls-Royce.
"Okay." The call ended.
