In the not too distant front, a large crowd had gathered.
Just as the two of them guessed, the vehicle that caused the accident was indeed the Rolls-Royce they had just seen.
It seemed to be a middle-aged couple, both around their forties, looking quite young.
Next to them stood an old woman and a child, with a dog lying at their side, barely breathing and unlikely to be saved.
More attention was focused on the Rolls-Royce.
Even in Zhong Hai, a Rolls-Royce Phantom, worth nearly ten million yuan just for the car itself, was not a common sight.
"Lady, we already agreed to give you 2,000 yuan, why are you still not satisfied?"
The man who spoke appeared somewhat impatient.
"Qi has been with our family for four years now, and we're as close as family. Do you think 2,000 yuan can just settle this?"
The elderly woman was relentless, "In the eyes of rich people like you, is life really so cheap?"