"Even now, the perpetrator of the accident hasn't shown up at the hospital, and there's no traffic police here to handle things... I see, the guy driving the Porsche must have quite the backing. But don't worry uncle, I'll help you get justice," Huang Xiaolong said seriously.
"Ah~~~Little Long, as long as your uncle is okay, let's...let's just...keep this a small matter... We ordinary folks can't afford to mess with the elites~~~" Mother Song said timidly.
She thought that when Huang Xiaolong said he would seek justice, he was just being polite.
Song Yuru grabbed the sleeve of Mother Song and whispered, "Mom, let Little Long take care of this. He's really capable."
When Yuru said this, she was somewhat proud.
She believed that Huang Xiaolong could deal with this matter perfectly and make the perpetrators pay for what they had done.
