(You're someone who was born into a conglomerate family, so there's no doubt that you have a lot of money. Therefore, with all your privillage and family connections, you now have a successful business that makes a lot of money. And since your business can already run automatically, you can just enjoy the profits now.)

One day you're enjoying your Saturday morning driving around town in your $2 million-plus supercar. And since you're feeling a bit hungry but too lazy to go to a restaurant and find a parking space, you park your car on the side of the road to enjoy some street food.

But while you're enjoying your meal, someone suddenly bumps into your car from behind. There you see a young woman who looks quite cute and is dressed very simply. She fell off her bicycle because she hit your car and scuffed it up.

She looks very panicked and almost cry because she hit your very expensive car and scuffed it.

Trying to speak while shaking — "I'm... I'm sorry... this... this is accident, i didn't mean to do it."

— "And... and... since i'm poor, maybe i... i.. i can't afford to repair your expensive car."