God of Slaughter

Lin Yi's gaze lingered on her son the moment he laid eyes on him.

It wasn't until he called him President Lin that he was able to confirm his identity.

If Lin Yi was not mistaken, this man should be the lab technician in the institute, and his name was Du Xuehong.

He'd been in Longxin for more than six years.

He was the most senior person apart from Sun Fuyu.

"What a coincidence, running into you here." Lin Yi said with a smile.

"I know, right?" Du Xuehong said.

"I'm really sorry, My mom's safety awareness is too weak. We were wrong to crash into your car." Du Xuehong bowed repeatedly and apologized to Lin Yi.

"Look at this mess. If I knew it was your mother, I wouldn't have pursued this matter."

No one in the crowd had expected such a turn of events.

The son of the old lady was a subordinate of the owner of the Bentley.