Pei Zhiyao answered calmly, "It was Li Xiaosheng."
His voice was deep and powerful, exuding an unquestionable sense of authority. His facial features were distinct, his visage chiseled, clearly that of a robust man.
His black hair was meticulously combed into a standard business hairstyle, looking efficient and professional.
"It was him?" Wen Mian's tone carried a hint of surprise.
She parted her lips slightly as if she couldn't believe her ears. A flicker of confusion crossed her eyes, seemingly pondering something.
Then, Wen Mian gently bit her lower lip, as if hesitating on how to continue.
"That day, he charged straight at you without braking, and the brakes weren't faulty, the court has already sentenced him," Pei Zhiyao added.
Listened to Pei Zhiyao's description, Wen Mian grew increasingly astonished.
She could never have imagined that the person who hit her was Li Xiaosheng.
"Has he been put in prison?" Wen Mian asked.
"Yes, for several years," Pei Zhiyao replied.
