"Mr. Zhou, what should we do now?" On the way back, Qiu Cheng noticed through the rear-view mirror that Zhou Mingchen's expression was very solemn.
The driver Yang was his biggest hope. He had come as soon as he received the news, hoping to uncover the truth about the accident from years ago, but ultimately, he came away with nothing.
"It seems we have no choice but to go to that person," Zhou Mingchen muttered, sighing helplessly and looking out the window.
When he got home, it was late at night.
Zhou Mingchen had originally planned to stay overnight in the city where driver Yang lived to sort out the past events. However, the conversation ended in less than an hour, and he hurried back home overnight.
After changing his clothes, he walked up the stairs and turned his head out of habit, seeing that the light was still on in Xia Lu's room.
