Chen Pingsheng turned his head and instructed Zhao Yimin, "Call the legal department of the conglomerate. If his family pays even a cent less, send his son to have the New Year's Eve dinner."
"Okay, boss."
Zhao Yimin turned his head and glared at the elder cousin, not knowing how he had the courage to come here and say such foolish words.
Now, it was over.
His son bore no responsibility after crashing the car, terrified out of his wits.
He didn't even turn off the engine, causing it to naturally slide into someone else's fishpond.
The owner of the fishpond, seeing it belonged to him, Chen Pingsheng, immediately came over to ask if he needed help pulling it out.
Now that the car was wrecked, it would have been better for Chen Pingsheng not to sue, but suing meant that a few hundred thousand was definitely inescapable.
"Chen Pingsheng, are you sick?"
The elder cousin looked aggrieved, "My son is about to get married, and now you go and sue him, how can he still get married?"