Hongyang looked at Liu Zhizhong's rather meaningful expression, shivered inwardly, but his face changed to a very innocent look.
He angrily admonished, "Liu Zhizhong, don't talk to me like that! What do you mean? Talking as if I caused the traffic accident!"
"Did I say that?"
"Your expression says it all! Can you stop being so suspicious, please? How could I have such abilities? A highway accident, you think it's like other accidents? A disaster this big, unlike Zhu something sea, where 35 people died and so many others were critically injured—aren't we already quite lucky? Instead of appreciating that, you're pointing fingers at me?"
Liu Zhizhong replied coolly, "I'm not accusing you, I've just lost my son, the son of me and Zhao Han, and I'm deeply saddened. According to logic, this accident is indeed suspicious, and I will investigate it further. Of course, I trust that you, Hongyang, wouldn't commit such heinous acts, not even sparing unborn children..."
