The noise in the garage quieted down. The usually loud mechanics didn't dare to utter a sound, and everyone knew what was weighing on He Malu's mind.
The night they went to the police station, the enthusiastic Boss Han and others accompanied them, but no matter how much they explained, the police insisted that Malu had hit someone. With everyone speaking against him, those bastards who Malu had suppressed for over twenty years said he couldn't have hit someone even if he were flying a plane, let alone knocked over a car.
Su Ziceng listened to everyone's words and then comforted He Malu.
After returning home, she immediately called Hang Yishao. Ever since he stealthily drove a car at the age of fourteen, he had his fair share of car accidents, the most serious of which was said to have flipped a truck, yet Su Ziceng had never seen him enter a police station.
