"Young Master." Fishy Wells hesitated, turned her head to glance at Finn Lewis and started to speak.
"That police officer." Finn Lewis helplessly shook his head, then headed towards the three traffic officers.
"Mr. Lewis, just state whatever demands you have." Harvey Clarke glanced at Uncle Turner, then couldn't help but say, "Looking at the situation, why don't you think about lessening the punishment a bit."
Finn Lewis shook his head, just about to speak, when he heard Harvey Clarke urgently interject, "Mr. Lewis, even if you don't reduce it, he can't afford the compensation."
Finn Lewis didn't know whether to laugh or cry because that was not what he meant by shaking his head. He quickly spoke up, "Err, Officer, you misunderstood me, I didn't mean that. Here's what, can I handle this?" After saying this, he didn't wait for the policeman's response and walked straight towards the middle-aged man.
