Qiao Dongyang: "Otherwise, what can you do? Have an octogenarian old lady put behind bars, accusing her of suspecting murdering her own son? And my father, do you think he would come forward to testify, saying his own mother, for the sake of wealth, ruthlessly murdered him?"
His icy tone startled Quan Shaoteng.
He stared at Qiao Dongyang, "What do you mean?"
Qiao Dongyang: "Kong Xinqin lost her child, but her life is not in danger, and my father was only slightly injured. The driver responsible has met justice. Even if the old lady is implicated, what can be done? She's over eighty, and no life was lost..."
Quan Shaoteng swallowed hard and slowly sat back down, seeming to have lost his fire.
"So you're just going to let her get away with it?"
Qiao Dongyang shook his head.
Slowly, with a chilly voice, he said, "Under what circumstances do you think a mother would strike her own son?"
Quan Shaoteng snorted, "People die for wealth. Such cases aren't uncommon."
