Zhao Wensheng went to the Public Security Bureau. After hearing the report, his heart sank even more: Could it be that no one would take responsibility for the demise of his cousin?
This, he really didn't know what to say anymore.
"I think I'd like to meet those who were in the car with her," Zhao Wensheng, exhausted, rubbed the space between his eyebrows, pinching his glasses, his gaze sharp as he looked up.
The staff of the Public Security unit said: "They have all gone home. At this stage, the case can only be determined as an accident. Moreover, there was one person in the car who is said to be a close friend or relative of the victim."
