Han Yuanjun gently patted Liang Zixuan on the back and turned to Fan Zipei. His eyes were cold and gloomy. "What really happened?"
Fan Zipei, who was standing on the side, was also confused. "I don't know. I even drove this car yesterday. The car was fine. Why did the brakes suddenly stop working today? What's even stranger is that the gas tank had a leak."
"Yesterday?" Han Yuanjun's long, narrow eyes narrowed. "Where were you yesterday?"
"I ..."
As drivers, although they were part of the company, but when something happened to their family, they would always go back in the company car, which was more convenient than hailing a taxi.
This was nothing. There were also a lot of people who used their break to drive the company cars out to play, and it was a common occurrence.
However, Fan Zipei had never gone anywhere, he would only use the car occasionally when his family had matters to attend to.
