Feng Lin immediately trotted over and came before Zhao Qingqing, "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
Zhao Qingqing's eyes were red, and her voice was somewhat choked.
"Brother, you finally came. I called the 4S shop just now. My loss is about eight hundred thousand."
Zhang Huoming held his mobile phone, showing Feng Lin the chat history.
Feng Lin didn't even look at it; he knew this was a trap they had deliberately set.
"Do you two even have a conscience? Where did Qingqing ever offend you?"
Feng Lin pointed at Zhao Caiyun and Sun Tianyong next to him, his tone icy and piercing.
"What nonsense are you talking about? This has nothing to do with us. It's her own lack of driving skills that caused her to crash."
Zhao Caiyun argued.
Every man for himself, heaven preordains.
Sacrificing a Zhao Qingqing could allow their family to live a good life.
Such a good deal was not something just anyone could come across.