Zhao Yufen was crying inconsolably as Wen Jiaren comforted her and asked Uncle Liao, who was beside her, "Uncle Liao, what happened?"
Uncle Liao had been a senior staff member at the plant for years. Not long after Zhao Yufen took over management of Wen's Processing Plant, he had been promoted to plant manager.
Before Uncle Liao could speak, the woman that Wen Jiaren had pushed away angrily pointed at her, "You're this woman's daughter? You've arrived just in time. Tell your mother to pay up, or no one will have a good outcome today."
Wen Jiaren looked indifferently at the middle-aged woman, "Can I first understand what happened?"
Another woman, clutching her sore wrist and glaring with red-rimmed eyes at her and Zhao Yufen, shouted, "What more is there to understand? People have died, and the surveillance video is missing. If your mother wasn't guilty, why would she delete the video of the accident?"
