The afternoon sun was fierce, and the black Rolls-Royce sped along the highway.
Ye Huang had closed his eyes for a short rest when Ah Long suddenly woke him, "Young Master Ye, someone has suppressed Qi Zihua's scandal."
"Oh?" Ye Huang opened his eyes, not the least bit surprised, "What's the new headline?"
"The Qi guy and a few leaders encountered a car accident on their way to the Capital City. It's said to be intentional, and the culprit has fled."
This news was indeed powerful; in order to protect his son, Old Qi took matters into his own hands. Ye Huang slowly curled up the corners of his lips, his gaze icy, "How are the casualties?"
"The driver was more seriously injured, with a broken left arm. The others only have superficial wounds and are otherwise unharmed."
"Qi family members are born directors; the father and son both love playing the same game." Ye Huang looked out the car window at the endless green mountains on both sides of the highway.
