Rong Qingze stopped talking.
Hitting someone while driving is indeed a very serious matter.
Rong Yanqiao was not someone who couldn't distinguish priorities, so she looked at Rong Qingze, "Aren't you going to see her? Is it really alright?"
Rong Qingze shook his head, "I've already sent Jiang Bei to check on it."
He looked at Rong Yanqiao, speaking in a particularly serious tone, "I'm not a policeman; going there wouldn't help."
Then Rong Qingze changed the topic, "Moreover, she made the mistake in the first place. Whether I go or not won't solve the problem. If I go, I can only offer some compensation. If Wenming has killed someone, there's nothing I can do either."
In the current law-based society, even if Rong Qingze had great abilities, a matter of life and death cannot simply be suppressed by him alone.
On the other side, Huo Yanshu arrived quickly.
When he arrived, Wenming was crouching by the roadside, crying very sadly.
